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We would've left college anyhow.
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War. Isn't it exciting, Scarlett?
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Do you know those Yankees actually want a war?
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We'll show 'em.
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Fiddle-dee-dee. War, war, war.
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This war talk's spoiling all the fun at every party this spring.
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I get so bored I could scream.
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If either of you says war just once again, I'll go in the house and slam the door.
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But, Scarlett, honey... Don't you want us to have a war?
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Wait a minute, honey, please! We're sorry.
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Well... But remember I warned you.
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I've got an idea.
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We'll talk about the Wilkes' barbecue at Twelve Oaks.
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