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Brent Tarleton:
What do we care if we *were* expelled from college, Scarlett? The war is gonna start any day now, so we'd have left college anyhow.
Stuart Tarleton:
Oh, isn't it exciting, Scarlett? You know those fool Yanks may actually *want* a war?
Brent Tarleton:
We'll show 'em!
Scarlett:
Fiddle-dee-dee. War, war, war; this war talk's spoiling all the fun at every party this spring. I get so bored I could scream. Besides... there isn't going to be any war.
Brent Tarleton:
Not going to be any war?
Stuart Tarleton:
Why, honey, of course there's gonna be a war.
Scarlett:
If either of you boys says "war" just once again, I'll go in the house and slam the door.
Brent Tarleton:
But Scarlett...
Stuart Tarleton:
Don't you *want* us to have a war?
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