(Next day, the O'Haras drive to Twelve Oaks for the barbeque there.)
Mr. O'HARA:: Well, John Wilkes. It's a grand day you'll be having for the barbecue.
JOHN WILKES: So it seems, Gerald. Why isn't Mrs. 0'Hara with you?
Mr. O'HARA: She's after settling accounts with the overseer, but she'll be along for the ball tonight.
INDIA: Welcome to Twelve Oaks, Mr. O'Hara.
Mr.O'HARA: : Thank you kindly, India. Your daughter is getting prettier everyday, John.
JOHN WILKES: Oh, India, here are the O'Hara girls, we must greet them.
INDIA: Can't stand that Scarlett. If you'd see the way she throws herself at Ashley.
JOHN WILKES: Now, now, that's your brother's business.You must remember your duties as hostess. Good morning,girls! You look lovely. Good morning, Scarlett.
SCARLETT: India Wilkes. What a lovely dress. I just can't take my eyes off it.(Scarlett enters the hall with her family.)
MAN1: Good morning, Miss Scarlett.
SCARLETT: Morning.
MAN2: Look mighty fine this morning, Miss Scarlett.
SCARLETT: Thank you.
MANS: Morning Miss Scarlett.
SCARLETT: Good Morning.
MAN4: Pleasure to see you, Miss Scarlett.
MANS: Howdy, Miss Scarlett.
SCARLETT: Ashley!
ASHLEY: Scarlett! My dear!
SCARLETT: I've been looking for you everywhere. I've got something I must tell you. Can't we go some place where it's quiet?
ASHLEY: Yes I'd like to, but... I've something to tell you,too. Something I...I hope you'll be glad to hear. Now come and say hello to my cousin, Melanie Wilkes.
SCARLETT: Oh, do we have to?
ASHLEY: She's been looking forward to seeing you again. Melanie! Here's Scarlett.
MELANIE: Scarlett. I'm so glad to see you again.
SCARLETT: Melanie Hamilton, what a surprise to run into you here. I hope you're going to stay with us a few days at least.
MELANIE: I hope I shall stay long enough for us to become real friends, Scarlett. I do so want us to be.
ASHLEY: We'll keep her here, won't we, Scarlett?
SCARLETT: Oh, we'll just have to make the biggest fuss over her, won't we, Ashley? And if there's anybody who knows how to give a girl a good time, it's Ashley. Though I expect our good times must seem terribly silly to you because you're so serious.
MELANIE: Oh, Scarlett. You have so much life. I've always admired you so, I wish I could be more like you.
SCARLETT: You mustn't flatter me, Melanie, and say things you don't mean.
ASHLEY: Nobody could accuse Melanie of being insincere. Could they, my dear?
SCARLETT: Oh, well then, she's not like you. Is she,Ashley? Ashley never means a word he says to any girl. Oh, why Charles Hamilton, you handsome old thing, you.
CHARLES HAMILTON: But, oh. Miss O'Hara...
SCARLETT: Do you think that was kind to bring your good-looking brother down here just to break my poor,simple country-girl's heart?(India and Sue Ellen are watching Scarlett in distance)
ELLEN: Look at Scarlett, she's never even noticed Charles before, now just because he's your beau, she's after him like a ^hornet!
SCARLETT: Charles Hamilton, I want to eat barbecue with you. And mind you don't go ^philandering with any other girl because I'm mighty jealous.
CHARLES HAMILTON: I won't, Miss O'Hara. I couldn't!
SCARLETT: I do declare, Frank Kelly, you don't look dashing with that new set of whiskers. 
FRANK: Oh, thank you, thank you, Miss Scarlett. 
SCARLETT: You know Charles Hamilton and Ray Kelvert asked me to eat barbecue with them, but I told them I couldn't because I'd promised you. 
INDIA:You needn't be so amused, look at her. She's after your beau now.
Frank: Oh, that's mighty flattering of you, Miss Scarlett. I'll see what I can do, Miss Scarlett. 
KATHLEEN: What's your sister so mad about, Scarlett, you sparking her beau?
SCARLETT: As if I couldn't get a better beau than that old maid in britches. Brent and Stew, do talk, you handsome old thing, you...oh,no, you're not, I don't mean to say that I'm mad at you. 
BRENT: Why Scarlett honey...
SCARLETT: You haven't been near me all day and I wore this old dress just because I thought you liked it. I was counting on eating barbecue with you two. 
BRENT: Well, you are, Scarlett... 
STEW: Of course you are, honey. 
SCARLETT: Oh, I never can make up my mind which of you two's handsomer. I was awake all last night trying to figure it out. Kathleen, who's that? 
KATHLEEN: Who?
SCARLETT: That man looking at us and smiling. A nasty dog.
KATHLEEN: My dear, don't you know? That's Rhett Butler. He's from Charleston. He has the most terrible reputation.
SCARLETT: He looks as if, as if he knows what I looked like without my shimmy.
KATHLEEN: How? But my dear, he isn't received. He's had to spend most of his time up North because his folks in Charleston won't even speak to him. He was expelled from West Point, he's so fast. And then there's that business about that girl he wouldn't marry...
SCARLETT:Tell, tell...
KATHLEEN: Well, he took her out in a buggy riding in the late afternoon without a chaperone and then, and then he refused to marry her!
SCARLETT: (whisper)...
KATHLEEN: No, but she was ruined just the same.(Ashley and Melanie, on the balcony open to the garden.)
MELANIE: Ashley..
ASHLEY: Happy?
MELANIE: So happy
ASHLEY: You seem to belong here. As if it had all been imagined for you.
MELANIE: I like to feel that I belong to the things you love.
ASHLEY: You love Twelve Oaks as I do.
MELANIE: Yes, Ashley. I love it as, as more than a house. It's a whole world that wants only to be graceful and beautiful.
ASHLEY: And so unaware that it may not last, forever. 
MELANIE:You're afraid of what may happen when the war conies, aren't you?Well, we don't have to be afraid. For us. No war can come into our world Ashley. Whatever comes, I'll love you, just as I do now. Until I die.
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