You Should Be Kissed And By Someone

So You’ll Have To Wait For Approval From Your Grandchildren.” “i Wonder What Our Grandchildren Will Be Like!” “are You Suggesting By That ‘our’ That You And I Will Have Mutual Grandchildren? Fie, Mrs. Kennedy!

Say You’ll Marry Me When I Come Back Or, Before God, I Won’t Go. I’ll Stay Around Here And Play A Guitar Under Your Window Every Night And Sing At The Top Of My Voice And Compromise You, So You’ll Have To Marry Me To Save Your Reputation.

You're So Brutal To Those Who Love You, Scarlett. You Take Their Love And Hold It Over Their Heads Like A Whip.

Fo' Gawd, Miss Scarlett! We's Got Ter Have A Doctah. Ah- Ah- Miss Scarlett, Ah Doan Know Nuthin' 'bout Bringin' Babies. -prissy

Perhaps - I Want The Old Days Back Again And They'll Never Come Back, And I Am Haunted By The Memory Of Them And Of The World Falling About My Ears.