Our Favorite Gone with the Wind Quotes

Coming up on its 80th anniversary and winner of 8 Academy Awards, the epic historical romance, Gone with the Wind, takes us through the horrors of the Civil War through the eyes of Scarlett O’Hara… a vain, headstrong, and sassy Southern Belle. She was a “Bless Your Heart” type of gal but the meaning would behind it would surely be snarky not sweet.

Scarlett: Sir, you are no gentleman.
Rhett: And you, Miss, are no lady.

Scarlett: Great balls of fire. Don't bother me anymore, and don't call me sugar.

Scarlett: Now isn't this better than sitting at a table? A girl hasn't got but two sides to her at the table.

Scarlett: I get so bored, I could scream!

Scarlett: I can't think about that right now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow.

Scarlett: If I said I was madly in love with you, you’d know I was lying.

Mammy: If you don't care what folks says about this family, I does! I is told you and told you that you can always tell a lady by the way she eat in front of folks like a bird. And I ain't aiming for you to go to Mr. John Wilkes' and eat like a field hand and gobble like a hog!
Scarlett: Fiddle-dee-dee! Ashley Wilkes told me he likes to see a girl with a healthy appetite!

Mammy: You can’t show your bosom ‘fore three o’clock!

Scarlett: How wonderful it would be never to marry but to go on being lovely in pale green dresses and forever being courted by handsome men.

Rhett: Did you ever think of marrying just for fun?
Scarlett: Marriage, fun? Fiddle-dee-dee. Fun for men you mean.

Scarlett: I can shoot straight, if I don't have to shoot too far.

Prissy: Lawzy, we got to have a doctor. I don't know nothin' 'bout birthin' babies.

Rhett: A cat's a better mother than you.

Scarlett: As God is my witness, I’ll never be hungry again.

Scarlett: Ooh, if I just wasn't a lady, WHAT wouldn't I tell that varmint?

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Scarlett: Oh, you do talk scandalous!

Mammy: It aint fittin. It just aint fittin!
Scarlett: I’ve never heard of such bad taste.

Aunt Pittipat: Yankees in Georgia! How did they ever get in?

Rhett: Heaven help the Yankees if they capture you.

Scarlett: I think this conversation has gone far enough.

Mammy: She says she’s cumin. I don’t know why she’s cumin, but she’s a-cumin.

Aunt Pittypat: Oh dear, oh dear where are my smelling salts? I think I shall faint.

Scarlett: Rhett, Rhett... Rhett, if you go, where shall I go? What shall I do?
Rhett: Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.

Scarlett: I’ll think of some way to get him back. After all…tomorrow is another day!