Frankly, My Dear, I Don't Give A

Disagreeing With The Fervent Patriotism Of The Confederates: "i Think It's Hard Winning A War With Words, Gentlemen. . . . I'm Saying Very Plainly That The Yankees Are Better Equipped Than We. . . . All We've Got Is Cotton And Slaves, And Arrogance." "i Seem To Be Spoiling Everybody's Brandy And Cigars And Dreams Of Victory."

Frankly, My Dear, I Don't Give A Damn.

Clark Gable Was The Only Real He-man I've Ever Known, Of All The Actors I've Met.

I Don't Want A Lot Of Strangers Looking Down At My Wrinkles And My Big Fat Belly When I'm Dead.

I Never Did Like The Idea Of Sitting On Newspapers. I Did It Once, And All The Headlines Came Off On My White Pants. On The Level! It Actually Happened. Nobody Bought A Paper That Day. They Just Followed Me Around Over Town And Read The News On The Seat Of My Pants.