When I Come Into The Theatre I

Fiddle-dee-dee. War, War, War. This War Talk's 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. . . . If Either Of You Boys Says 'war' Just Once Again, I'll Go In The House And Slam The Door.

I Don't Know What That Method Is. Acting Is Life, To Me, And Should Be.

My Parents Were Absolutely Delighted That I Knew What I Wanted To Do.

In Britain, An Attractive Woman Is Somehow Suspect. If There Is Talent As Well, It Is Overshadowed. Beauty And Brains Just Can't Be Entertained; Someone Has Been Too Extravagant. This Does Not Happen In America Or On The Continent, For The Looks Of A Woman Are Considered A Positive Advertisement For Her Gifts And Don't Detract From Them.

Scarlett, From The Ashes Of The War-ravaged Land At Tara, Remembering What She Was Taught By Her Father In Happier Times: "as God Is My Witness, As God Is My Witness, They're Not Going To Lick Me! I'm Going To Live Through This, And When It's All Over, I'll Never Be Hungry Again - No, Nor Any Of My Folks! If I Have To Lie, Steal, Cheat, Or Kill! As God Is My Witness, I'll Never Be Hungry Again."