Dialog from the Portieres' Scene

Scarlett
(she enters to Mammy) Oh, Mammy! Mammy! (she goes to the window and stands looking out)
Mammy
(she goes to her, lays a consoling hand upon her shoulder) You been brave so long, Miss Scarlett. You jes' gotter go on bein' brave. Think 'bout yo' Pa like he useter be.
Scarlett
I can't think about Pa. I can't think about anything but that three hundred dollars! (she moves away from the window and, wretchedly, across the room.)
Mammy
(mumbling) Ain's no good thinkin' 'bout dat, Miss Scarlett. Ain' nobody got dat much money
Scarlett (to herself)
Three hundred dollars ... three hundred dollars ...
Mammy
Nobody but Yankees and Scalawags got dat much money now.

Scarlett stops still in her tracks. She frowns. Then, low, but quite matter-of-fact:

Scarlett
Rhett.
Mammy
Who dat? A Yankee?
Scarlett
(frightened by her own idea) Be quiet.

Scarlett goes to the mirror, stares at herself. She runs her hands over her thin figure, pinches her cheeks.

Scarlett
I'm so thin and so pale, Mammy. And I haven't got any clothes!

Suddenly she straightens up as she catches a glimpse of the green portieres hanging at the windows. She swings around abruptly and with sudden brisk decision, walks to them.

Scarlett
(fingering the material and looking up) Scoot up to the attic and get Ma's old box of dress patterns, Mammy.
Mammy
Whut you up ter wid Miss Ellen's po'teers?
Scarlett
You're going to make me a new dress.
Mammy
Not outta Miss Ellen's po'teers! Not while Ah got bref in mah body!
Scarlett
(still staring at the portieres) Great balls of fire! They're my portieres now!

(she jerks down the portieres, pole and all; drapes the material over her shoulder; turns back to Mammy)