Madam, You Flatter Yourself. I Do Not

You're Like The Thief Who Isn't The Least Bit Sorry He Stole, But Is Terribly, Terribly Sorry He's Going To Jail. - Rhett Butler

Sir" Said Mrs. Meade Indignantly. "there Are No Deserters In The Confederate Army." "i Beg Your Pardon," Said Rhett With Mock Humility. "i Meant Those Thousands On Furlough Who Forgot To Rejoin Their Regiments And Those Who Have Been Over Their Wounds For Six Months But Who Remain At Home, Going About Their Usual Business Or Doing The Spring Plowing.

I Can't Go All My Life Waiting To Catch You Between Husbands.

Sir,"she Said,"you Are No Gentleman!" An Apt Observation,"he Answered Airily."and, You, Miss, Are No Lady.

There Ain't Nothin' From The Outside Can Lick Any Of Us.