Render: You know what? I was going to say sorry about having to kill some of your comrades the other day. I mean, hey, I didn't want to dice them into pieces. They were just trying to kill me and my smoking hot girlfriend, so of course I wasn't going to take that lying down. But it's obvious that none of you are sorry about the way you've been treating us or are even willing to listen to us. Our friend here just obliterated that demon above for you and you're aiming your guns at her again. The hell kind of manners is that?
Mizore: You people are more of monsters than we are. You won't even give us a chance just because we're different; you think we're all the same. I could have used lethal force earlier while trying to help my friends escape the real evil monsters that were here when your police tried to shoot us. They didn't even ask questions or try to detain us; they tried to kill us on sight. But I didn't kill them. They're alive, and aside from having a few bruises, they'll be just fine.
Leon: We stopped the monsters who were running around here causing havoc, but I guess that means nothing to you, does it?
Akasha: I put an end to several large demons in your city, and this is the thanks I get? I see mankind's manners haven't changed in all these years.
Moka: The HDA has been nothing but a barrier in any efforts to forming peace with you people; they treat all monsters as absolute evils regardless of their nature. I've laid my life on the line for your kind, and this is what I get for it, a gun to my face and accusations of being a plague in your world. I value life, no matter what it may be. Do you? We put a stop to the monster attack in your home. We tried to save as many lives as we could. We've begged you to listen and allow us the chance to explain what happened, yet you still point that thing at me. You want to kill me just because I'm a monster? Can there really be no peace between our worlds? If so, then go ahead and shoot. You won't get an easier shot than this. Just remember that we're willing to give peace a chance, but this monster in the darkness, the one that has attacked both our worlds in his quest for total domination... he will not be so merciful as to give you a similar chance.
Daisuke: Hitomi! What has gotten into you?
Hitomi: I've seen what Sean was talking about! I wish I had never followed you!
Daisuke: Hitomi, this is crazy talk! What's going on? Listen to me. You're coming with me!
Hitomi: No, you listen to me! I'm tired of you always telling me what to do! I don't care about family loyalty anymore, I want to be like Maria and be my own, independent woman! For once, I am not going to do what you tell me! We should never have split with the others! We need them!
Daisuke: We don't need them! If we need them, then our dignity as Japanese citizens is gone!
Hitomi: DON'T BRING NATIONALISM INTO THIS! Nationalism has no place here! The Zordonians are a bigger threat than "Japanese dignity" or whatever you're talking about!
Daisuke: Hitomi, what are you—
Hitomi: I don't want to be part of something if I can't be with my friends! Sean, Kevin and Maria were my friends! And you took that away! I know this is going to sound wrong but... I HATE YOU! YOU'RE A SELFISH, SPOILED, JERK! Your selfishness nearly got us killed, could have killed Sean, Kevin and Maria, and possibly doomed the planet!
Levene: The leads are weak.
Blake: "The leads are weak"? Fucking leads are weak? You're weak.
Kaffee: I think I'm entitled.
Jessep: You want answers?
Kaffee: I want the truth!
Jessep: You can't handle the truth! Son, we live in a world that has walls and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it, you? You, Lieutenant Weinburg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom! You weep for Santiago and you curse the Marines! You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know! That Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives! And my existence, while grotesque, and incomprehensible to you, saves lives! You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall! You need me on that wall! We use words like 'Honor,' 'Code,' 'Loyalty!' We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline! I have neither the time, nor the inclination, to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it! I would rather you just said 'Thank you', and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand at post! Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to!
"Why Not? You Do." The golem lowered his arm.
"What?" snapped Moist. "I do not! Who told you that?"
"I Worked It Out. You Have Killed Two Point Three Three Eight People," said the golem calmly.
"I have never laid a finger on anyone in my life, Mr Pump. I may be–– all the things you know I am, but I am not a killer! I have never so much as drawn a sword!"
"No, You Have Not. But You Have Stolen, Embezzled, Defrauded And Swindled Without Discrimination, Mr Lipwig. You Have Ruined Businesses And Destroyed Jobs. When Banks Fail, It Is Seldom Bankers Who Starve. Your Actions Have Taken Money From Those Who Had Little Enough To Begin With. In A Myriad Small Ways You Have Hastened The Deaths Of Many. You Do Not Know Them. You Did Not See Them Bleed. But You Snatched Bread From Their Mouths And Tore Clothes From Their Backs. For Sport, Mr Lipwig. For Sport. For The Joy Of The Game.”
Gene: So you're gonna bring me down? Why're you telling me that?
Keats: See, that's what's ironic. You can't leave here, no matter what happens. This place defines you, which means you're going to have to sit here and watch me close your little kingdom forever. And you're left with a scrap heap. I just hope I can help Alex before it's too late.
Jeff: "Maybe you should tell him you're hopelessly in love with him. [Annie is stunned] High school must have been tough, huh? Waiting for a superstar to notice you. But here, he's all alone, and he needs so much help! Did you enroll in all of his classes, or were you worried that might freak him out? The important thing is that you are there for him. The important thing is that you are the only one there for him. And you don't really care what he wants, just as long as you don't have to share him with the rest of the world. Because really, you're just as selfish as I am. You're just not as good at it yet."
Annie: [Hurt] "You're right. I could never be as good as you. Probably because I actually care."
Jeff: [Flippantly] "Profound, but technically meaningless. [Upset, Annie storms off] And don't bother trying that thing that women do when they walk away and make the guy feel like crap because it's not going to happen! Yeah! [Guilty] Damn it!"
McNulty: Fuck loyalty, and fuck you, Lester, I never thought I'd hear that "chain of command" horseshit come out of your mouth.
Lester: Motherfucker, I spent a lot of time in a lotta weak units! MORE than you! Now this here may not be perfect, but it's a chance to be police!
McNulty: Well then be one!
Lester: ...You're not even worth the skin off my knuckles, Junior. You put fire to everything you touch, McNulty, then you walk away while it burns. I got nothin' more to say to you. Nothing.
Kung Lao: If I were, it wouldn't be with you! I'd want a real challenge. Taja was right, you are a pig.
Siro: I've heard enough of this, take it back!
Kung Lao: Can't handle a little truth? How about some more? You're a used-up, freeloading bodyguard who couldn't even do that right when you had the job. You let Jen die!
Payson: Yeah, we learned that we need a coach. A real coach. Not a buddy. Not a teammate. A real coach.
Coach: OK, calm down, Payson. What exactly do you mean by "real" coach?
Payson: A real coach isn't afraid to be the bad guy if she has to be. A real coach would've told me not to go for a vault that I have never done without a practice tramp. A real coach would know better than to let me make a fool of myself and my team. And a real coach doesn't take her team out to party the night before a meet just because she wants the whole team to like her.
Nolan: Did...did you really just call me a "happy cowboy?"
Berlin: It's written all over your face. The way you carry yourself. That jokey tough guy schtick. I'll bet you watched Star Wars a few hundred times when you were a kid.
Nolan: You know, we've been through a long, bloody war. Some of us have developed this thing called a "sense of humor" to help us stay sane.
Berlin: Bull shtak. You're not trying to paper over your nasty wartime past. We all have that. You're trying to hide the fact that you like where it dumped you out. Driving around in that busted-ass roller with your hot Chewbacca, chupping whores, shooting people who cause you trouble. Call that hand cannon strapped to your side a "blaster", and you've got the complete picture. You're living your fantasy, and it only took ten years of an apocalyptic war and the near destruction of the earth's surface.
Friday: Now you listen to me, you gutter-mouth punk. I've dealt with you before, and every time I did, it took me a month to wash off the filth. I'll tell you what you did to that four-year old girl out in Westlake Park: you staked out a bench like you've always done. You bought a sack of penny candy; you waited until the right little girl came along... You got her in your car. She started to cry; you hit her across the mouth twice. You cut her lip with your ring. Knocked out three of her teeth. And then you know what you did to her... Now, I didn't say that, Rockwell, you did. That's exactly what you told those officers who arrested you. They advised you of your constitutional rights before you opened your mouth. Now you're trying to tell us you didn't understand. Well, you're a liar... Like every hoodlum since Cain up through Capone, you've learned to hide behind some quirk in the law. And mister, you are a two-bit hoodlum. You've fallen twice for A.D.W.; burglary, three times. Twice for forcible rape; I tagged you for those. And now you've graduated: you've moved to the sewer. You're a child molester. And this isn't the first time; we have had you in here before. You were guilty then and mister, you're guilty now. And one last thing, you smart mouth punk: If the department doesn't question the color of his skin you damn well see you don't!
But baby we're in Sweden, how did you get to Sweden?
"I followed you daddy, you told me that you weren't leavin'
You lied to me Dad, and now you make mommy sad
And I bought you this coin, it says 'Number One Dad'.
That's all I wanted, I just want to give you this coin.
I get the point - fine, me and mommy are gone."
But baby wait- "It's too late dad, you made the choice
Now go up there and show 'em that you love 'em more than us.
That's what they want, they want you Marshall, they keep screamin' your name
It's no wonder you can't go to sleep, just take another pill
Yeah, I bet you you will. You rap about it, yeah, word, k-keep it real"
I see you found your niche, you just a bitch with a menstrual
Claimin' you a murderer and you spelled it wrong
You put E before the D cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick, you a replica guy
If he was still alive you would never get by
All you do is cry, bitch keep it real
Life is more than imitatin' niggas and eatin' pills
And what kind of motherfucker ruins three deals
That another nigga got you, they didn't see skills
I don't fault him, he chose you because he saw what we all saw: you are the most gifted WWE Superstar ever. You make every single thing in this ring look easy. But with that you got cocky, and you got a bad attitude to boot, and then you got lazy. You were the youngest WWE Champion in history, this man gave you Hall Of Fame mentors to learn from. And what did you do? Kicked back, relaxed and let some scrappy kid in a T-shirt and a ball cap ruin his dream! I am not you, Randy Orton! I am John Cena, I have never been asked to be called the "Face" of anything, I'm just the first to show up and the last to leave, and that's the way it is, Jack.
But you sit over there steaming mad, thinking you should be given opportunity because of your family legacy, thinking you should be given opportunity because of your talent. Why don't you think in one hand and crap in the other, see which one fills up first?
You have always blamed everybody else for your failures, you've pointed fingers, and you've made excuses. You've had behavior problems in the ring, you've had behavior problems outside the ring, and the sad thing is, the TLC match this Sunday is the biggest in WWE history. That's why everybody is here tonight, this changes the very course of the WWE. But you want these championships because you're selfish! Because you feel you deserve it! And maybe, just maybe, if you hold on to this you can finally walk around the rest of the superstars and say "Hey guys, look! I'm finally what I was supposed to be ten years ago!"
Every single time I have held either of these championships, my business card reads the same: "You want some, come get some!" And here's the real truth, whether these guys in the ring like me or not they respect me because they know it. Whether it's Triple H or Shawn Michaels in a Wrestlemania match, whether it's Booker T... Hell, nobody wanted to give Dolph Ziggler a chance, what'd I do? I said "Let's fight." Everybody said it was a bad idea to give CM Punk a championship match when he was going to leave the WWE, all I saw was the Best In The World. Hell, the only legitimate championship shot Daniel Bryan's ever had was against ME! AND HE WON! (to Bryan) So I'll say it right here in front of your hometown, if I win on Sunday I look forward to the rematch — a FAIR rematch. (Cena and Bryan shake hands)
You see, that's what being a champion is all about: a certain level of respect. And last week I wasn't going to take you out, I just wanted to make a statement that when the chips were down, I can be just as brutal as you. So write now, I'm gonna make one more statement because I know exactly what this [the heavyweight championship belt] means. (holds out his hand to Orton) This Sunday will be physical. And it will be brutal. And I will be at my very best. I just hope you are too, because after this Sunday the last thing anyone is going to want to deal with... is just another Randy Orton excuse. Good luck on Sunday, you're gonna need it.
Le Paradox: No, you imbecile! I came after the Coopers to prove that Le Paradox is the greatest thief who has ever lived! If there any doubt? Ask yourself this: if the Coopers were truly the greatest thieves in history, and I have stolen their most valued possessions, then what does that make me?
Sly: Ummm... an idiot? You had it made! You could have been the biggest thief of all time, but you had to target my ancestors and blow your own cover. You exposed your operation because of your ego! No Cooper would've done that. And for the record, can you really say you stole the canes? Seems like your "friends" did all the real work.
Khalisa bint Sinan al-Jilani: But surely the human cost—
Commander Shepard: The Alliance lost eight cruisers: Shenyang, Emden, Jukarta, Cairo, Seoul, Cape Town, Warsaw, Madrid — and yes, I remember them all. Everyone in the Fifth Fleet is a hero. The Alliance owes them all medals, the Council owes them a lot more than that. And so do you.
Sepperin: Nonsense. You are the one being deceived.
Grolla: Are you saying that you will believe no one but Iris, no matter what?
Sepperin: Hmph. I will not hear that from you. I cannot know where traitors lie.
Grolla: ...I was a fool for having respected you. I wonder what those who share your ideals would think if they could see you now...
Overlord Krom'gar: “Warchief! I... I was carrying out your command!"
Garrosh Hellscream: “My command? Was my command to murder innocents, Krom'gar?”
Overlord Krom'gar: “Warchief... Sir... I...”
Garrosh Hellscream: “Am I a murderer, Krom'gar?”
Overlord Krom'gar: “No, Warchief!”
Garrosh Hellscream: “Then I ask you again: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE! I sent you into Stonetalon Mountains with an army. Your orders were to secure this land for the Horde. Instead, you laid waste to the land. Murdered innocents. Children even... I spent a very long time in Northrend, Krom'gar. I learned much about the Horde in that time. While there, a wise old war hero told me something that I would carry with me forever... "Honor," Krom'gar, "No matter how dire the battle... never forsake it." Overlord Krom'gar, you have disgraced the Horde. You have brought shame to us as a people. By my right as Warchief, I hereby relieve you of your duty. YOU. ARE. DISMISSED.”
Lucy: Don't leave..
Mike: Why, so nobody else does?!
Lucy: No, I...
Mike: You are so damn selfish and transparent.. Clinging to me like I'm the only one who cares about you. Pushing everyone else away, because you think they're only nice to you for your looks. Well, maybe you were right. Nobody would love you for who you are.
Luigi: Oh, that tears it! I suck? I SUCK!?! Look who's talking, you freak! How many games have you been in, huh? Mario Tennis? Yeah, real winner there. And what? Did you wake up one morning and think "I'm sick of playing with myself. I should do something with my life. I know! I'll dress up like a crappy evil clone of a second-string video game character." Yeah, way to aim high, pal. I may have low self-esteem, but I think you are the only person who actually sucks more than I do. So you can take your "secret message" and SHOVE IT WHERE THE WARP PIPES DON'T GO!!
Modern Sonic: What...what are you trying to say?
Classic Sonic: ...I don't like you. I don't like your friends, and I don't like your future! You and your stupid misadventures have nearly gotten both of us killed, and I just can't take it anymore. You don't even keep your Tails from trying to rape mine! And that is just going WAY too far!
Modern Sonic: I...I had no idea, Mini Me.
Classic Sonic: And stop calling me that! It's Sonic! It's always been Sonic! And soon, IT'LL BE THE ONLY SONIC!
Drew Brees: Oh eat a fat dick, Goodell.
Roger Goodell: EXCUSE ME?
Drew Brees Everyone knows DAMN well the reason why you made a big whiny stink over Bountygate. It was so when you get sued up the ass in that massive concussion lawsuit, you can create the false appearance that you give two craps about player safety. Meanwhile, you're desperately pushing for an 18 game season so that you and your fat cat owner buddies can make few extra million a year. And you don't give a DAMN that the wear and tear from these extra games will shorten players' careers and lifespans. So please, spare us your phony righteous indignation over our little chitchats. Take your Bountygate suspensions and your moralistic bullshit and shove them right up your ginger freckled ass.
Ben Tennyson: But I'm through with you! You're not worth it. You never were.
Numbuh 1: What?!
Father: Ooh, didn't you hear? The Recomissioning Device is useless without an active Kids Next Door operative's genetic material inside it, and it looks like I couldn't have picked a better operative. You have handed me the utter destruction, of the Kids Next Door! How much sweeter the victory knowing it's all! Your! FAULT!
Montana Max: You're what's the matter! You're a complete waste of space! You have a personality that rivals spore mold! On the evolutionary chart, you rank someplace between head cheese and toaster ovens! You're a cruise to nowhere! A null! A void! A zero!
Elmyra: Just what are trying to say?
Montana Max: ARRRRGH! I DON'T LIKE YOU! READ MY LIPS: I DON'T LIKE YOU!!!!
Johnny: Yeah, well, I am pretty unbelievable.
Fifi: You are nothing but a selfish, worthless waste of skunk! You, monsieur Pew, STINK!
Raph: I hate to admit it, but he ain't wrong.
Timmy: How is it my fault?! You're the one who caused the avalanche. You're the one who causes everything bad that happens to me! You've been mean to me for years, and you're finally getting what you deserve. The only good thing about this is if I'm going down, at least you're going down with me!
Slynt: Nasty business. Had to be done.
Tyrion: Of course. The city watch must keep the peace. Only....I hadn't realized peace depended on killing babies.
Tyrion: You've heard the awful rumors about my brother and sister?
Slynt: I don't listen to filth.
Tyrion: That's good of you. But you have heard the rumors. I suppose the people who do believe that "filth" also believe that Robert's bastards have a better claim to the throne than Cersei's children.
Slynt: Joffrey is my king, and the rest doesn't interest me.
Tyrion: I appreciate your loyalty. Tell me... When your men slaughtered Ned Stark's men in the throne room, did you give the order?
Slynt: I did. And I would again. The man was a traitor. He tried to buy my loyalty.
Tyrion: The fool! He had no idea your loyalty was already bought.
Slynt: Are you drunk? I'll not have my honor questioned by an imp!
Tyrion: I'm not questioning your honor, Lord Janos. I'm denying its existence.
Slynt: (leaps up) If you think I'll stand there and take this from you, dwarf-
Tyrion: "Dwarf?" You should have stopped at "imp." And yes, you will stand here and take it from me, unless you'd like to take it from my friend here (Bronn steps into the room) I intend to serve as Hand of the King until my father returns from the war, and seeing as you betrayed the last Hand of the King, well, I just wouldn't feel safe with you lurking about.
Chris: Well, it's not like you ever take me anywhere. [...] It's true! You never want to do anything with me! But the monkey's been taking me to all the fun places I like, and he's been helping me with all my homework! He helped me get an A in algebra!
Peter: How did the monkey know you needed help with algebra?
Chris: Because he ASKED!
(Peter's jaw drops)
Chris: That's right, Dad. You never ask, and even if you did, you never listen! And now you're getting mad at the monkey because he actually cares? Screw you! You are the worst dad in the world and I HATE YOU!
Quagmire: Ok, I'll tell ya. You are the worst person I know. You constantly hit on your best friend's wife. The man pays for your food and rescued you from certain death and this is how you repay him? And to add insult to injury, you defecate all over his yard. (getting angrier) And you're such a sponge. You pay for nothing. You're always like. "Ooh, I'll get you later," but later never comes. And what really bothers me is you pretend that you're this deep guy that loves women for their souls, but all you do is date bimbos. Yeah, I date women for their bodies, but at least I'm honest about it! I don't buy them a copy of Catcher in the Rye and then lecture them with some seventh-grade interpretation about how Holden Caulfield is a profound intellectual. He wasn't. He was a SPOILED BRAT! And that's why you like him so much: he's YOU! GOD, you're pretentious! (brimming with indignation) And you delude yourself by thinking you're a great writer, even though you're terrible. You know, I shoulda known Cheryl Tiegs didn't write me that note. She woulda known there's no "A" in the word "definite!" And what I think I hate most about you is your textbook liberal agenda. How we should (mockingly) "Legalize Pot, maaan..." How big business is crushing the underclass; how homelessness is the biggest tragedy in America. Well what have YOU done to help?! I work down at the soup kitchen, Brian... never seen YOU down there! You wanna help? GRAB A LADLE! And by the way, driving a Prius does not make you Jesus Christ. Oh, WAIT! You don't believe in Jesus Christ, or any religion for that matter, because (mockingly) "religion is for idiots." Well who the HELL are YOU to talk down to anyone?! You failed college TWICE, which isn't nearly as bad as your failure as a father — how's that son of yours you never see? But you know what? I could forgive all of that... all of it... if you weren't such a BORE. That's the worst of it, Brian. You're just a big, sad, alcoholic BORE. Sigh... Well, see ya later, Brian. Thanks for the fucking steak.
(Connie and her friends laugh.)
Brian: You know, Connie, I think I have a theory about why you're such a bitch.
Connie: Excuse me?
Meg: Brian, let's just go.
Brian: No, no, no, no, no, ha-, no, hang on, hang on, Meg, hang on...You see, Connie, you're popular because you developed early and started putting out when you were 12, but now you can't stand to look at yourself in the mirror because all you see is a whore. So you pick on Meg to avoid the inevitable realization that once your body's used up by age 19, you're gonna be a worn-out, chalky-skinned burlap sack that even your stepdad won't want. How's that? Am I in the ballpark?
Connie: (runs away crying)
Meg: You know what? This is what I'm talking about. This is a perfect example. You're my brother. You're supposed to be on my side, and you're such a bastard to me.
Chris: HOW AM I A BASTARD?!
Meg: Oh, you want the whole story?
Lois: Meg, please.
Meg: Not now, Mom. Chris, you treat me like you hate me, and I don't know why. You say hurtful things to me constantly. Do you have any idea what that feels like? What if I said those things to you? What if I started calling you a fat, zitty loser, who has no friends and smells like an old woman who has birds for pets? Is it too much to ask to be treated with a little decency from my brother? Maybe show me some kind of kindness by not jumping on the "Let's-Get-Meg" family bandwagon?
Meg: Oh, my problems? Oh, I see. Is this coming from my role-model mother? The shoplifter, the drug addict, the pornstar, the whore who let Gene Simmons and Bill Clinton go to town on her?
Lois: (scoffs) So what? A-all those things are behind me now. I'm a better person now because of those experiences.
Meg: Are you? Are you a better person?
Lois: What's your point, Meg?
Meg: My point is that with all the irresponsible, reckless, idiotic behavior in your past, that somehow, heh, somehow you have the nerve, the arrogance to consistently and ruthlessly point out my shortcomings.
Lois: Alright, well fine! Okay, I'm not the perfect mother; who is?
Meg: (chuckles) Not only are you not the perfect mother, you're the farthest thing from! From the moment you gave birth to me, I had to trust you. I had no choice. I needed you to protect me from the world, to be my guide, to help me navigate the difficult, confusing, and vulnerable journey to becoming a person. You have done none of those things! You're my mother and you took a child's trust and smashed it into bits in a seventeen-year long mission to destroy something that you killed a long time ago! And honestly, when I turn eighteen, I-I don't know that I ever want to see you again!
Lois: (lips quiver, then she cries)
Peter: All right, I see what's going on here. You're in love with your old man.
Meg: You have no education, you have no interests, you just do whatever reckless thing you want to do, whenever you want to do it, without regard for anyone else. Oh, oh, and when you're not terrorizing the community with your impulsive escapades, you're being a total jerk to your family! You shove your daughter's face in your ass and you fart on it!
Meg: God, if someone in the outside world could see the way you treat me, you would be in jail!
Peter: (laughs again)
Meg: Oh, (fake laughs) oh, this is amusing to you? Well, see if you find this funny!
Peter: I like where this is going.
Meg: You're a fat, lazy, abusive, blue-collar, Irish-Catholic dad who drinks way too much, and barely makes enough to support his family! You've lived half your life, and you have nothing to show for it! Your only arguable accomplishments are your kids, and look at us! We're a disaster!
Stewie: Meg, watch it.
Meg: You're a total and complete embarrassment in every possible way! Take a good look at yourself Peter Griffin! You're a waste of a man!
Peter: Wait a second, these are criticisms! Hey Lois, tell her to knock it off!
Lois: Oh, and where the hell were you when she was laying into me?!
Peter: I was thinking about getting a fancy cane, maybe getting more attention from strangers.
Meg: Have either of you guys been listening to me?! DO BOTH OF YOU JUST HAVE YOUR HEADS UP YOUR ASSES!?!
Rhett Butler: I'm leaving you, my dear. All you need now is a divorce and your dreams of Ashley can come true.
Scarlett: Oh, no! No, you're wrong, terribly wrong! I don't want a divorce. Oh Rhett, but I knew tonight, when I... when I knew I loved you, I ran home to tell you, oh darling, darling!
Rhett Butler: Please don't go on with this, Leave us some dignity to remember out of our marriage. Spare us this last.
Scarlett: This last? Oh Rhett, do listen to me, I must have loved you for years, only I was such a stupid fool, I didn't know it. Please believe me, you must care! Melly said you did.
Rhett Butler: I believe you. What about Ashley Wilkes?
Scarlett: I... I never really loved Ashley.
Rhett Butler: You certainly gave a good imitation of it, up till this morning. No Scarlett, I tried everything. If you'd only met me half way, even when I came back from London.
Scarlett: I was so glad to see you. I was, Rhett, but you were so nasty.
Rhett Butler: And then when you were sick, it was all my fault... I hoped against hope that you'd call for me, but you didn't.
Scarlett: I wanted you. I wanted you desperately but I didn't think you wanted me.
Rhett Butler: It seems we've been at cross purposes, doesn't it? But it's no use now. As long as there was Bonnie, there was a chance that we might be happy. I liked to think that Bonnie was you, a little girl again, before the war, and poverty had done things to you. She was so like you, and I could pet her, and spoil her, as I wanted to spoil you. But when she went, she took everything.
Scarlett: Oh, Rhett, Rhett please don't say that. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry for everything.
Rhett Butler: My darling, you're such a child. You think that by saying, "I'm sorry," all the past can be corrected. Here, take my handkerchief. Never, at any crisis of your life, have I known you to have a handkerchief.
Scarlett: Rhett! Rhett, where are you going?
Rhett Butler: I'm going back to Charleston, back where I belong.
Scarlett: Please, please take me with you!
Rhett Butler: No, I'm through with everything here. I want peace. I want to see if somewhere there isn't something left in life of charm and grace. Do you know what I'm talking about?
Scarlett: No! I only know that I love you.
Rhett Butler: That's your misfortune.
Scarlett: Oh, Rhett! [...] Rhett... if you go, where shall I go, what shall I do?
Rhett Butler: Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.