I bare my soul and you are suspicious! No, Scarlett, this is a bona fide honorable declaration. I admit that it’s not in the best of taste, coming at this time, but I have a...

I wish to Heaven I was married,” she said resentfully as she attacked the yams with loathing. “I’m tired of everlastingly being unnatural and never doing anything I want to do. I’m tired of acting...

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

Fo’ Gawd, Miss Scarlett! We’s got ter have a doctah. Ah- Ah- Miss Scarlett, Ah doan know nuthin’ ’bout bringin’ babies. -Prissy