Why, how unchivalrous of you. Why, think, Ashley, think – if it hadn’t been for Scarlett, I’d have died in Atlanta, and maybe we wouldn’t have had little Beau, and … and when I think of her picking cotton and plowing just to keep food in our mouths, I could just – oh, my darling!

Melanie: I’m sorry to be such a bother, Scarlett … it began at day break.
Scarlett: But, but … but the Yankees are coming!