[to Scarlett] Rhett Butler: I've always thought a good lashing with a buggy whip would benefit you immensely.
[choked up about Rhett and Scarlett] Mammy: He went out and shot that poor pony, and, for a minute, I thought he was gonna shoot himself.
Scarlett: She's being just like Pa. Just Like Pa!
Dr. Meade: [to Scarlett] Now you've got to listen to me! You must stay here! Aunt 'Pittypat' Hamilton: Without a chaperon, Dr. Meade? It simply isn't done! Dr. Meade: Good heavens, woman! This is a war, not a garden party!
Mammy: She says she's comin'. I don't know why she's comin', but she's a-comin'. Rhett Butler: You don't like me, Mammy. Mammy: Hmph! Rhett Butler: Now don't you argue with me. You don't. You really don't. [laughs]
Rhett Butler: Why, all we have is cotton and slaves and arrogance.
Field Hand: Quittin time! Quittin time! Big Sam - Field Foreman: Who says its quittin time? Field Hand: I says its quittin time! Big Sam - Field Foreman: I's the foreman. I's the one who says when its quittin time at Tara. Quittin time!
Carreen: I guess things like hands and ladies don't matter so much anymore.
Scarlett: How do I look? Rhett Butler: Awful. Just awful. Scarlett: Why? What's the matter?
Bonnie Blue Butler: Daddy, let me, let me!
Title card: There was a land of cavaliers and cotton fields called the old south. Here in this pretty world gallantry took its last bow. Here was the last ever to be seen of knights and their ladies fair. Of master and of slave. Look for it only in b...
Cathleen Calvert: Scarlett! My dear, he isn't received. He's had to spend most of his time at war because his folks in Charleston won't even speak to him. He was expelled from West Point, he's so fast, and then there's that business about that girl h...
Scarlett: Atlanta! Mammy: Savannah would be better for ya. You'd just get in trouble in Atlanta. Scarlett: What trouble are you talking about? Mammy: You know what trouble I's talkin' 'bout. I's talking 'bout Mr. Ashley Wilkes. He'll be comin' to Atl...
Rhett Butler: How fickle is woman.
Rhett Butler: Now that you've got your lumber mill and Frank's money, you won't come to me as you did to the jail, so I see I shall have to marry you. Scarlett: I never heard of such bad taste.
Rhett Butler: A cat's a better mother than you.
Scarlett: Now I didn't come to talk silliness about me, Rhett. I came 'cause I was so miserable at the thought of you in trouble. Oh, I know I was mad at you the night you left me on the road to Tara, and I still haven't forgiven you! Rhett Butler: O...
Rhett Butler: What a woman.
