Rhett Butler:
So, you see I shall have to marry you.
Scarlett:
I've never heard of such bad taste.
Rhett Butler:
Would you be more convinced if I fell to my knees?
Scarlett:
Turn me loose, you varmint, and get out of here!
Rhett Butler:
Forgive me for startling you with the impetuosity of my sentiments, my dear Scarlett. I mean, my dear Mrs. Kennedy. But it cannot have escaped your notice that for some time past the friendship I have felt for you has ripened into a deeper feeling. A feeling more beautiful, more pure, more sacred. Dare I name it? Can it be love?
Scarlett:
Get up off your knees! I don't like your common jokes!
Rhett Butler:
This is an honorable proposal of marriage made at what I consider a most opportune moment. I can't go all my life waiting to catch you between husbands.
Scarlett:
You're coarse, and you're conceited. And I think this conversation has gone far enough.
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