SCARLETT: Don't you, don't you want to marry me?

ASHLEY: I'm going to marry Melanie.

SCARLETT: But you can't, not if you care for me.

ASHLEY: Oh my dear, why must you make me say things that will hurt you? How can I make you understand? You're so young and I'm thinking, you don't know what marriage means.

SCARLETT: I know I love you and I want to be your wife. You don't love Melanie.

ASHLEY: She's like me, Scarlett. She's part of my blood, we understand each other.

SCARLETT: But you love me!

ASHLEY: How could I help loving you? You have all the passion for life that I lack. But that kind of love isn't enough to make a successful marriage for two people who are as different as we are.

SCARLETT: Why don't you say it, you coward? You're afraid to marry me. You'd rather live with that silly little fool who can't open her mouth except to say "yes", "no", and raise a houseful of mealy-mouthed brats just like her!

ASHLEY: You mustn't say things like that about Melanie.

SCARLETT: Who are you to tell me I mustn't? You led me on, you made me believe you wanted to marry me!

ASHLEY: Now Scarlett, be fair. I never at any time...

SCARLETT: You did, it's true, you did! I'll hate you till I die! I can't think of anything bad enough to call you... (Ashley leaves. Scarlett throws a vase to the wall in anger. The crashing of the vase startles

Rhett Butler. He rises up from the couch in a dark corner of the room.)

RHETT: Has the war started?

SCARLETT: Sir, you...you should have made your presence known.

RHETT: In the middle of that beautiful love scene? That wouldn't have been very tactful, would it? But don't worry. Your secret is safe with me.

SCARLETT: Sir, you are no gentleman.

RHETT: And you miss are no lady. Don't think that I hold that against you. Ladies have never held any charm for me.

SCARLETT: First you take a low, common advantage of me, then you insult me!

RHETT: I meant it as a compliment. And I hope to see more of you when you're free of the spell of the elegant Mr. Wilkes. He doesn't strike me as half good enough for a girl of your...what was it...your passion for living?

SCARLETT How dare you! You aren't fit to wipe his boot!

RHETT: And you were going to hate him for the rest of your life.