You know, Scarlett, I think you're on the verge of a crying jag. So I'll change the subject and say what I came to say.

Say it, then, and get out! What is it?

That I can't go on any longer without you.

You are the most ill-bred man to come here at a time like this with your filthy...

I made up my mind that you were the only woman for me...the first day I saw you at Twelve Oaks. Now that you've got the 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.

I never heard of such bad taste.