Scarlett: If I’m pale it’s your fault. Not because I’ve been missing you, but because …
Rhett: Pray continue, Mrs. Butler.
Scarlett: It’s because I’m going to have a baby.
Rhett: Indeed. And who’s the happy father?
Scarlett: You know it’s yours. I don’t want it anymore than you do. No woman would want the child of a cad like you. I wish it were - I wish it were anybody’s child but yours.
Rhett: Well cheer up. Maybe you’ll have an accident.
I’m pretty sure I love you for this.