"I'm not asking you to forgive me. I'll never understand or forgive myself. And if a bullet gets me, so help me, I'll laugh at myself for being an idiot. There's one thing I do know... and that is that I love you, Scarlett. In spite of you and me and the whole silly world going to pieces around us, I love you. Because we're alike. Bad lots, both of us. Selfish and shrewd. But able to look things in the eyes as we call them by their right names."
Rhett Butler, Gone With The Wind
For my readers (other than Pop Renaissance) who are sick of Scarlett Johansson, I promise that this is the last one of the week:
God, I wish I knew how to quit you.