(Tara is the beautiful homeland of Scarlett, who is now talking with the twins, Brent and Stew, at the door step.)
BRENT: What do we care if we were expelled from college, Scarlett The war is going to start anyday now so we would have left college anyhow.
STEW: Oh, isn't it exciting, Scarlett? You know those poor Yankees actually want a war? 
BRENT: We'll show 'em.
SCARLETT: Fiddle-dee-dee. War, war, war. This war talk is 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: Not going to be any war? 
STEW: Ah, buddy, of course there's going to 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: But Scarlett honey..
STEW: Don't you want us to have a war? 
BRENT: Wait a minute, Scarlett...
STEW: We'll talk about this... 
BRENT: No please, we'll do anything you say... 
SCARLETT: Well-but remember I warned you. 
BRENT: I've got an idea. We'll talk about the barbecue the Wilkes are giving over at Twelve Oaks tomorrow. 
STEW: That's a good idea. You're eating barbecue with us, aren't you, Scarlett?
SCARLETT: Well, I hadn't thought about that yet, I'll...I'll think about that tomorrow.
STEW: And we want all your waltzes, there's first Brent, then me, then Brent, 
BRENT:then me again, then Saul. Promise?
SCARLETTT:I'just love to.
STEW: Yahoo!
SCARLETT: If only ..if only I didn't have every one of them taken already.
BRENT: Honey, you can't do that to us.
STEW: How about if we tell you a secret? 
SCARLETT: Secret? Who by?
BRENT: Well, you know Miss Melanie Hamilton, from Atlanta?
STEW: Ashley Wilkes' cousin? Well she's visiting the Wilkes at Twelve Oaks.
SCARLETT: Melanie Hamilton, that goody-goody. Who wants no secret about her. 
BRENT: Well, anyway we heard... 
STEW:That is, they say.. 
BRENT: Ashley Wilkes is going to marry her. 
STEW: You know the Wilkes always marry their cousins. 
BRENT: Now do we get those waltzes? 
SCARLETT: Of course. 
BRENT: Yahoo!
SCARLETT: It can't be true...Ashley loves me. 
STEW: Scarlett!
(Scarlett couldn't accept the fact of Ashley's marriage, she rushes to find her father. Mr.O'Hara is just back from a ride.)
Mr. O'HARA: (To his horse) There's none in the county can touch you, and none in the state. 
SCARLETT: Paw? How proud of yourself you are! 
Mr. O'HARA: Well, it is Scarlett O'Hara. So, you've been spying on me. And like your sister Sue Ellen, you'll be telling your mother on me, that I was jumping again. 
SCARLETT: Oh, Paw, you know I'm no 'tattle like Sue Ellen. But it does seem to me that after you broke your knee last year jumping that same fence......
Mr. O'HARA: I'll not have me own daughter telling me what I shall jump and not jump. It's my own neck, so it is. 
SCARLETT: All right Paw, you jump what you please. How are they all over at Twelve Oaks? 
Mr. O'HARA: The Wilkes? Oh, what you expect, with the barbecue tomorrow and talking, nothing but war... 
SCARLETT: Oh bother the war....was there, was there anyone else there?
Mr. O'HARA: Oh, their cousin Melanie Hamilton from Atlanta. And her brother Charles. 
SCARLETT: Melanie Hamilton. She's a pale-faced mealy-mouthed ninny and I hate her. 
Mr. O'HARA: Ashley Wilkes doesn't think so. 
SCARLETT: Ashley Wilkes couldn't like anyone like her. 
Mr. O'HARA: What's your interest in Ashley and Miss Melanie? 
SCARLETT: It's...it's nothing. Let's go into the house, Paw.
Mr. O'HARA: Has he been trifling with you? Has he asked you to marry him?
SCARLETT: No.
Mr. O'HARA: No, nor will he. I have it in strictest confidence from John Wilkes this afternoon, Ashley is going to marry Miss Melanie. It'll be announced tomorrow night at the ball.
SCARLETT: I don't believe it!
Mr. O'HARA: Here, here what are you after? Scarlett!What are you about? Have you been making a ^spectacle of yourself running about after a man who's not in love with you? When you might have any of the bucks in the county?
SCARLETT: I haven't been running after him, it's...it's just a surprise that's all.
Mr. O'HARA: Now, don't be jerking your chin at me. If Ashley wanted to marry you, it would be with misgivings,I'd say yes. I want my girl to be happy. You'd not be happy with him.
SCARLETT: I would, I would.
Mr. O'HARA: What difference does it make whom you marry? So long as he's a Southerner and thinks like you.And when I'm gone, I leave Tara to you.
SCARLETT: I don't want Tara, plantations don't mean anything when...
Mr. O'Hara: Do you mean to toll me Katie Scarlett O'Hara that Tara, that land doesn't mean anything to you? Why,land is the only thing in the world worth working for.Worth fighting for, worth dying for. Because it's the only thing that lasts.
SCARLETT: Oh, Paw, you talk like an Irishman.
Mr. O'HARA: It's proud I am that I'm Irish. And don't you be forgetting, Missy, that you're half-Irish too. And to anyone with a drop of Irish blood in them, why the land they live on is like their mother. Oh, but there, there, now,you're just a child. It'll come to you, this love of the land.There's no getting away from it if you're Irish.
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