CHORUS: You're right!
MANS: That's what I'll think! They'll just turn and run every time.
MAN1: One Southerner can lick twenty Yankees.
MAN2: We'll finish them in one battle. Gentlemen can always fight better than rattle.
MANS: Yes, gentlemen always fight better than rattle.
Mr. O'HARA: And what does the captain of our troop say?
ASHLEY: Well, gentlemen...if Georgia fights, I go with her. But like my father I hope that the Yankees let us leave the Union in peace.
MAN1: But Ashley...
MAN2: Ashley, they've insulted us.
MANS: You can't you don't want war.
ASHLEY: Most of the miseries of the world were caused by wars. And when the wars were over, no one ever knew what they were about.
Mr. O'HARA: Now gentlemen, Mr. Butler has been up North I hear. Don't you agree with
us, Mr. Butler?
RHETT BUTLER : I think it's hard winning a war with words, gentlemen.
CHARLES: What do you mean, sir?
RHETT: I mean, Mr. Hamilton, there's not a cannon
factory in the whole South. MAN: What difference does that make, sir, to a gentleman?
RHETT: I'm afraid it's going to make a great deal of difference to a great many
gentlemen, sir.
CHARLES: Are you hinting, Mr. Butler, that the Yankees can lick
us?
RHETT: No, I'm not hinting. I'm saying very plainly that the Yankees are better equipped than we. They've got factories, shipyards, coalmines... and a fleet to bottle up our habours and starve us to death. All we've got is cotton, and slaves and ...arrogance.
MAN: That's treacherous! CHARLES: I refuse to listen to any renegade talk!
RHETT: Well, I'm sorry if the truth offends you.
CHARLES: Apologies aren't enough sir. I hear you were turned out of West Point Mr. Rhett Butler. And that you aren't received in an decent family in Charleston. Not even your own.
RHETT: I apologize again for all my shortcomings. Mr. Wilkes,Perhaps you won't mind if I walk about and look over your place. I seem to be spoiling everybody's brandy and cigars and...dreams of victory. (Rhett Butler leaves the hall.)