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I don't know a woman in Paris who wears pantalettes anymore.
What do they...
You shouldn't talk about such things.
You little hypocrite. You don't mind my knowing about them, just my talking about them.
Well, I really can't go on accepting these gifts, though you are awfully kind.
I'm not kind, I'm just tempting you. I never give anything with out expecting something in return, and I always get paid.
(Scarlett) You think I'll marry you just to pay for the bonnet, I wont. (Rhett) Don't flatter yourself, I'm not a marrying man.
Well, I won't kiss you for it either.
Open your eyes and look at me...
No I don't think I will kiss you...
Although you need kissing badly. That's whats wrong with you.
You should be kissed, and often, and by someone who knows how. (Scarlett) Well I supposed you were the proper person.
I might be, if the right moment ever came.
You are a conceited, black-hearted varmint Rhett, I don't know why I let you come see me.
I'll tell you why, Scarlett. Because I'm the only man over 16 and under 60 who's around to show you a good time.