Scarlett O'hara

— How do I look?
— Awful! This war is stopped being a joke when a girl doesn't know the latest fashion.

— Has India dared..
— Yes, my dear, India has. Everyone in town knows the story.
— You should to kill them for spreading lies.
— I don't kill people who tell the truth.

— Why should you go now that it's all over, and I need you? Why, why?
— Maybe it's because I've always had a weakness for lost causes, once they really lost. Or maybe... Maybe I'm ashamed of myself. Who knows?

— 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 good enough for a girl of your... What was it? Your "passion for living".
— How dare you! You aren't fit to wipe his boots!
— And you were going to hate him for the rest of your life.

— Now I haven't a cent to my name.
— Who has, nowadays?
— If true love carries any weight with you... you can be sure your sister will be rich in that.

— I was surprised you turned out to be a noble character.
— I can't bear to take advantage of your little-girl ideas. I'm neither noble nor heroic.
— But you are a blockade runner?
— For profit, and profit only.
— Are you tryng to tell me you don't believe in the Cause?
— I believe in Rhett Butler. He is the only cause I know.