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If Any Child Of Mine Becomes An Actor I Will Turn In My Grave.

It's A Chain Of Accidents. When You Step Into Hollywood, You Wind Yourself Into Thousands Of Chains Of Accidents. If All Of The Thousands Happen To Come Out Exactly Right-and The Chance Of That Figures Out To Be One In Eight Million-then You'll Be A Star.

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."

Rhett: Don't Start Flirting With Me. I'm Not One Of Your Plantation Beaux. I Want More Than Flirting From You. Scarlett: What Do You Want? Rhett: I'll Tell You, Scarlett O'hara, If You'll Take That Southern-belle Simper Off Your Face. Someday I Want You To Say To Me The Words I Heard You Say To Ashley Wilkes: "i Love You!" Scarlett: That's Something You'll Never Hear From Me, Captain Butler, As Long As You Live.

The Things A Man Has To Have Are Hope And Confidence In Himself Against Odds, And Sometimes He Needs Somebody, His Pal Or His Mother Or His Wife Or God, To Give Him That Confidence. He's Got To Have Some Inner Standards Worth Fighting For Or There Won't Be Any Way To Bring Him Into Conflict. And He Must Be Ready To Choose Death Before Dishonor Without Making Too Much Song And Dance About It. That's All There Is To It.