Gone with the Wind

What do we care if we were expelled?

The war's gonna start, so we would've left anyhow.

War! Isn't it exciting, Scarlett?

- Those fool Yankees want a war. - We'll show them!

Fiddle-dee-dee. War, war, war!

This war talk's spoiling all the fun at every party.

I get so bored I could scream.

Besides, there isn't going to be any war.

- Not gonna be any war? - Of course there'll be a war.

If either of you boys says "war" once again...

I'll go in the house.

- But, Scarlett! - Don't you want us to have a war?

- Wait a minute, honey, please! - We're sorry.

Well...

But remember, I warned you.

I've got an idea!

We'll talk about the Wilkes' barbecue at Twelve Oaks.

You're eating barbecue with us, aren't you?

I haven't thought about that yet. I'll think about that tomorrow.

We want all your waltzes.

First Brent, then me, then Brent, and so on.

- Promise? - Why, I'd just love to.

If only I didn't have every one of them taken already.

- You can't do that to us! - We'll tell you a secret.

A secret? Who by?

You know Melanie Hamilton?

Ashley Wilkes' cousin? She's visiting--

That goody-goody! Who wants to know about her?

Anyway, we heard-- They say--

Ashley Wilkes is gonna marry her.

- Wilkeses always marry their cousins. - Do we get those waltzes?

Of course.

- It can't be true! Ashley loves me! - Scarlett!

- What's gotten into her? - Suppose we made her mad?

Where are you going without your shawl and the night air coming?

How come you didn't ask them gentlemen to supper?

You got no more manners than a field hand.

After me and Miss Ellen done labored with you!

Come on in before you catch your death of dampness.

No! I'm going to wait for Pa to come home.

Come on in here!

Come on!

Mm-mm-mm!

Quitting time!

- Who says it's quitting time? - I said.

I's the foreman. I say when it's quitting time at Tara.

Quitting time!

There's none in the county can touch you, and none in the state.

Pa!

How proud of yourself you are!

Well, Katie Scarlett O'Hara, so you've been spying on me.

Like your sister, you'll tell your mother that I was jumping again.

You know I'm no tattletale like Suellen.

But after you broke your knee last year jumping that fence--

I'll not have me own daughter telling me what I shall jump and not jump.

It's my own neck, so it is.

All right, Pa, you jump what you please.

- How are they at Twelve Oaks? - The Wilkeses?

In the stew you'd expect with a barbecue and talking nothing but war.

Bother the war! Was there anyone else there?

Their cousin Melanie and her brother, Charles.

Melanie Hamilton is a pale-faced, mealy-mouthed ninny!

Ashley Wilkes doesn't think so.

Ashley Wilkes couldn't like anyone like her.

What's your interest in Ashley and Miss Melanie?

Nothing. Let's go into the house.

Has he been trifling with you? Has he asked you to marry him?

- No. - Nor will he.

I had it in strict confidence from John Wilkes today...

Ashley's going to marry Melanie.

It'll be announced tomorrow night at the ball.

I don't believe it!

Here! Where are you off to?

Scarlett!

What are you about?

Have you been running after a man who's not in love with you?

When you might have any other?

I haven't been running after him, it's just a surprise.

Now, don't be jerking your chin at me!

If Ashley wanted to marry you, I'd have misgivings.

I want my girl to be happy. You'd not be happy with him.

I would! I would!

What's the difference who you marry? So long as he's a Southerner.

And when I'm gone I'll leave Tara to you.

I don't want it. It doesn't mean anything--

Do you mean to tell me, Katie Scarlett O'Hara...

that land doesn't mean anything to you?

Land is the only thing in the world worth working for...

worth fighting for, worth dying for.

- It's the only thing that lasts! - You talk like an lrishman.

It's proud I am that I'm Irish. Don't you be forgetting...

that you're half Irish too.

To anyone with a drop of Irish blood in them...

the land they live on is like their mother.

But there now. You're just a child.

It'll come to you, this love of the land.

There's no getting away from it if you're Irish.

Here she comes!

Scarlett, Suellen, Carreen, your mama's home!

Acting like a wet nurse to them white-trash Slatterys...

instead of eating her supper. Set up the fire!

Got no business wearing herself out...

Pork! Take the lamp out on the porch.

Wearing herself out. Mr. Gerald, Miss Ellen's home!

Waiting on them poor white trash.

Shut up, dog! Barking in the house!

Get up from there! Don't you hear Miss Ellen?

Get out there and get her medicine chest!

We was worried about you, Miss Ellen.

It's all right, Pork. I'm home.

Mrs. O'Hara, we finished plowing the creek bottom today.

What do you want me to start on tomorrow?

Mr. Wilkerson, I've just come from Emmie Slattery's bedside.

Your child has been born.

My child, ma'am? I'm sure I don't understand.

Has been born and mercifully has died.

Good night, Mr. Wilkerson.

I fix your supper myself and you eats it.

- Yes, after prayers, Mammy. - Yes'm.

Mr. O'Hara, you must dismiss Jonas Wilkerson.

Dismiss him, Mrs. O'Hara? He's the best overseer in the county.

He must go tomorrow morning, the first thing!

- No. - Yes.

The Yankee Wilkerson and the white-trash Slattery girl?

- We'll discuss it later, Mr. O'Hara. - Yes, Mrs. O'Hara.

Scarlett's dress is prettier than mine!

Can't she wear my pink dress? I wanna wear Scarlett's green dress.

I don't like your tone, Suellen. Your pink gown's lovely.

- Can't I stay up for the ball? - You may wear my garnets.

Why can't I stay up for the ball tomorrow?

Scarlett. You look tired, my dear. I'm worried about you.

I'm all right, Mother.

Why can't I stay up for the ball? I'm 13 now.

You may go to the barbecue.

I didn't want your tacky dress anyhow!

- Hush up! - Prayers, girls.

And to all the saints, that I have sinned in thought, word and deed...

through my fault, through my fault, through my most grievous fault.

Therefore, I beseech thee, blessed Mary, ever virgin...

blessed Michael the Archangel...

blessed John the Baptist...

the Holy Apostles, Peter and Paul, and all the saints...

pray to the Lord...

Ashley doesn't know I love him.

I'll tell him that I love him...

and then he can't marry.

Hear thee Almighty, most merciful Lord...

grant us pardon, absolution and remission of our sins. Amen.

Ooh!

Just hold on and suck in!

Mammy, here's Miss Scarlett's vittles.

Take it back to the kitchen. I won't eat a bite.

Yes'm, you is!

You's gonna eat every mouthful.

No, I'm not!

Put on the dress. We're late already.

- What my lamb gonna wear? - That.

No, you ain't! You can't show your bosom before 3:00!

I'm gonna speak to your ma!

If you say one word to mother, I won't eat a bite.

Well...

Keep your shawl on. I ain't aiming for you to get freckled...

after the buttermilk I done put on you, bleaching them freckles.

Now, Miss Scarlett. You come on and be good and eat just a little, honey.

No! I'm going to have a good time today and eat at the barbecue.

If you don't care what folks says, I does!

You can always tell a lady by how she eats in front of folks like a bird.

I ain't aiming for you to go to John Wilkes' and gobble like a hog!

Fiddle-dee-dee!

Ashley told me he likes girls with a healthy appetite.

What gentlemens says and thinks is different things.

And I ain't noticed Mr. Ashley asking for to marry you.

Now don't eat too fast. Ain't no need a having it come right back up again.

Why is it a girl has to be so silly to catch a husband?

Scarlett O'Hara! If you're not down here by the time I count 10...

- we'll go without you! - I'm coming, Pa!

One, two, three, four, five...

Oh, dear!

My stays are so tight, I'll never get through the day without belching!

Well, John Wilkes.

- It's a grand day for the barbecue. - So it seems, Gerald.

Why isn't Mrs. O'Hara with you?

She's settling accounts with the overseer, but she'll be along tonight.

- Welcome to Twelve Oaks, Mr. O'Hara. - Thank you kindly, India.

Your daughter's getting prettier every day, John.

Here are the O'Hara girls. We must greet them.

I can't stand Scarlett. She throws herself at Ashley.

That's your brother's business.

You must remember your duties as hostess.

Good morning, girls. You're looking lovely.

Good morning, Scarlett.

India Wilkes, what a lovely dress!

I just can't take my eyes off it.

Good morning, Miss Scarlett.

You look mighty fine this morning, Miss Scarlett.

It's a pleasure to see you, Miss Scarlett.

Ashley!

Scarlett, my dear!

I've been looking for you everywhere.

I've got something I must tell you. Can't we go someplace quiet?