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: Mammy, here's Miss Scarlett's vittles. Scarlett
: You can take it all back to the kitchen; I won't eat a bite. Mammy
: Yes'm you is, you's gonna eat every mouthful of this. Scarlett
: No... I'm... NOT.
: 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 Atlanta when he gets his leave, and you sittin' there waitin' for him, just like a spider. He belongs to Miss Melanie... Scarlett
: You go pack my things like Mother said.
: Oh now, Miss Scarlett, you come on and eat jess a little, honey! Scarlett
: No! I'm going to have a good time today, and do my eating at the barbeque. Mammy
: If you don't care what folks says about dis family I does! I is told ya and told ya that you can always tell a lady by the way she eat in front of folks like a bird. And I ain't aimin' for you to go to Mr. John Wilkenson's and eat like a field hand and gobble like a hog! Scarlett
: Fiddle-dee-dee! Ashley told me he likes to see a girl with a healthy appetite! Mammy
: What gentlemen says and what they thinks is two different things, and I ain't noticed Mr. Ashley askin' for to marry you. Scarlett
: [Turns around slowly to face Mammy then throws her umbrella and stuffs food into her mouth
: Now don't eat too fast. Ain't no need for it come right back up again! Scarlett
: [With her mouth full
] Why does a girl have to be so silly to catch a husband?
: It ain't fittin'... it ain't fittin'. It jes' ain't fittin'... It ain't fittin'.
[choked up about Rhett and Scarlett
: It makes my blood run cold, the things they say to one another.
[choked up about Rhett and Scarlett
: He went out and shot that poor pony, and, for a minute, I thought he was gonna shoot himself.
: 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.
: [about Belle Watling
] Who dat? I ain't never seen hair that color before. Do you know a dyed haired woman? Scarlett
: Wish I knew that one. She'd get my money for me!
: Lordy, Miss Melly. I sure is glad you's come. Melanie Hamilton
: Oh, Mammy, this house won't seem the same without Bonnie. How's Miss Scarlett bearing up? Mammy
: Miss Melly, this here's done broke her heart. But I didn't fetch you on Miss Scarlett's account. What that child got to stand, the good Lord give her strength to stand. It's Mr. Rhett I's worried about. He done lost his mind these last couple of days. Melanie Hamilton
: Oh, no, Mammy, no. Mammy
: I ain't never seen no man, black or white, set such store on any child. When Dr. Meade say her neck broke Mr. Rhett grabbed his gun and run out and shoot that poor pony. And for a minute, I think he gonna shoot hisself. Melanie Hamilton
: Oh, poor Captain Butler Mammy
: Miss Scarlett called him a murderer for teaching that child to jump. She said, "You give me my baby what you killed." And then he say Miss Scarlett ain't never cared nothing about Miss Bonnie. It like to turn my blood cold, the things they say to one another. Melanie Hamilton
: Stop, Mammy, don't tell me any more. Mammy
: And then that night Mr. Rhett, he locked hisself in the nursery with Miss Bonnie. He wouldn't even open the door when Miss Scarlett beat on it and hollered to him and that's where he's been for two whole days. Melanie Hamilton
: Oh, Mammy! Mammy
: And then this evening, Miss Scarlett shouted through the door and said: "The funeral's set for tomorrow morning." and he says, "You try that and I kills you tomorrow. Do you think I's gonna put my child in the dark when she's so scared of it?" Melanie Hamilton
: Oh, Mammy, Mammy! He *has* lost his mind! Mammy
: Yes'm, that's the God's truth. He ain't gonna let us bury that child. You gotta help us Miss Melly. Melanie Hamilton
: Oh, but I can't intrude. Mammy
: If you can't help us, who can? Mr. Rhett always set great store by your opinion. Please, Miss Melly. Melanie Hamilton
: I'll do what I can, Mammy.
: [Regarding the rebuilding of Atlanta after the Civil War has ended
] What's come over this here town? Scarlett
: Yankees have come over it! Same as they've come over all of us.