FridayMar 13, 2026
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Having lost Rhett, she can always return to the land to Tara, to soak up its strength. ... Tara! ... Home. I'll go home, and I'll think of some way to get him back! After all, tomorrow is another day!
As Rhett closes the front door behind him and leaves her, Scarlett speaks to the camera: I can't let him go. I can't. There must be some way to bring him back. Oh I can't think about this now! I'll go crazy if I do! I'll think about it tomorrow. (She closes the door.) But I must think about it. I must think about it. What is there to do? (She falls forward onto the ascending stairs.) What is there that matters?
Tired of all her efforts at Tara, Scarlett wishes to escape too: 'I do want to escape too! I'm so very tired of it all!... The South is dead, it's dead, the Yankees and the carpetbaggers have got it and there's nothing left for us.'
Scarlett, from the ashes of the war-ravaged land at Tara, remembering what she was taught by her father in happier times: 'As God is my witness, as God is my witness, they're not going to lick me! I'm going to live through this, and when it's all over, I'll never be hungry again no, nor any of my folks! If I have to lie, steal, cheat, or kill! As God is my witness, I'll never be hungry again.'
Scarlett: You should die of shame to leave me here alone and helpless. Rhett: You helpless? (laughs) Heaven help the Yankees if they capture you.
On the road, they join the bedraggled remnants of a column of exhausted Confederate soldiers evacuating burning Atlanta. Rhett makes her take note of the scene: 'Take a good look, my dear. It's a historic moment. You can tell your grandchildren how you watched the Old South disappear one night.'
Scarlett tells Mammy: 'I'm too young to be a widow.' She weeps to her mother: 'My life is over. Nothing will ever happen to me anymore.' Her mother comforts her: 'It's only natural to want to look young and be young when you are young.'
She responds to Rhett Butlers sexually attractive gaze as he undresses her with his eyes: 'He looks as if as if he knows what I look like without my shimmy.'
Mammy chides her for choosing a green-sprigged muslin dress to wear that reveals too much skin: 'You can't show your bosom 'fore three o'clock.'
Fiddle-dee-dee. War, war, war. This war talk's spoiling all the fun at every party this spring. I get so bored I could scream. Besides, there isn't going to be any war.... If either of you boys says 'war' just once again, I'll go in the house and slam the door.
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