Let’s be Gone With The Wind

I’m the pony that broke Bonnie Blue's neck.

I’m the pony that broke Bonnie Blue's neck.

I'm Mammy's red silk petticoat.

I will be the ball of twine Prissy had better find or Scarlett will sell her south.

The dirt in Scarlett's hand as she swears....

I'm the fence railing that takes out that little Bonnie Blue Bitch.

I’m the last chicken in Atlanta and the white folks is fixing to eat me for Christmas dinner.

I’m Mammy, who is GONE with the white folks’ wind.

I'm the beautiful grand staircase in all the most important scenes because nobody claimed it yet...

I'm the burning King Kong set standing in for Atlanta

I'm the cologne she gargles with.

I am the slices of white bread that see Ashley Wilkes as their idol.

I’m those beautiful portieres!

Oh, to sink so low, as to end up draped on that shameless hussy!

I'm pantilets

I'm that bitch India Wilkes

I'm the alternate reality in which Gary Cooper agreed to play the lead.

I'm Belle Watling, who is never low on cash after the war, and gets all the good soldier cock to boot!

I’m the white trash Slattery girl who just loves to suck Yankee Wilkerson's dingus.

I’m Leslie Howard, born for loftier things, and already figuring how I can leave this town of tinsel, and go serve my country in this terrible war.

From which I will not return.

I'm the bed where Rhett raped Scarlett

I’m the sign at Wilkes & Kennedy that reads, “The War is Over, Don’t Ask for Credit.”

I'm the curtains that Scarlet makes a dress from.

Portières, r22, portières!

Miz Ellen’s portieres, if you please!

It ain’t fittin! It just ain’t fittin!

I’m waiting for Ashley, “jes’ like a spider!”

I'm the broken bric-à-brac.

What are we, chopped liver? Is there a shortage of child actors in Hollywood, Mr. Selznick?

I am Prissy’s lack of obstetrical knowledge.

I'm a damn. Won't 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 give me ?

Funny thread

Scarlett, you need to close those legs of yours, and stop trying to turn that hoop skirt into petticoat junction.

I'm the rouge that Mammy unhappily buys to make Miss Scarlet look pretty. She's fixing to get deep inside Mr Kennedy's coin purse!

I'm the taxes on Tara

I'm Scarlett's burgeoning alcohol problem that led to her first daughter having Fetal Alcohol Syndrome. And a complete nuisance.

I'm Mammy's loud praying that let's her get away with dissing the O'Hara's poor behaviour!

I’m the lovely Ann Rutherford who convinced them not to pluck the eyebrows of every starlet in GWTW.

I'm Scarlett's bosum, I can't be shown 'fore 3 o'clock!

I'm Scarlett's wedding ring #1 from Charles Hamilton, that she gleefully tosses into the collection plate after seeing Melanie bravely offer hers up. Rhett later "rescues" both rings, "knowing how much this means" to the widow Hamilton.

Good god, I had to watch this movie a few years ago in middle school. If I had insomnia, I might watch it again.

I'm Aunt Eulalie.

R39 Really? In middle school "a few years back"? Doubtful, but if true, what a private school in Alabama?

I'm "Uncle Peter." My name was derived from my service to Pitty Pat Hamilton. When I was done with her, she need her smelling salts, all right.

I’m the vicious face slap

I'm a pale faced, mealy mouth ninny and Scarlett hates me.

So I guess that makes me Melanie Hamilton.

I'm the run on that how you do.

R44 I'm the orgasm waiting to pleasure Melanie, but I never happen. She's too much of a regal lady. She thinks about poetry when fulfilling her wifely duties.

Yes, R42. I am 24, so it was like what..9 years ago I guess. And, no Long Island.

A pony? Why didn’t I think of that?

I’m Olivia de Havilland and I’m suing all of you!

I'm Mrs. Meades, professional fun sponge.

I’m the Santa Claus looking dress worn by Belle Watling in her carriage.

I'm Phil Meade and I'm telling my mother and father that I'll sign up and I'll shoot all the Yankees. And then I'll blubber and cry because they won't let me and that bitch Melly Wilkes will make things even worse by kicking my dog while its down and tell me I should be ashamed of myself.

I’m Aunt Pitty-Pat’s grandfather’s Madeira.

I’m the state of Georgia, resigned to an endless stream of tourists asking how to get to Tara.

I'm the bells on Belle's ears.

Also, on her vajazzled va-jay-jay... but Walter Plunkett chickened out at the last minute after George Cukor burst into tears.

I'm the British nanny who maintains the banshee American child should be left to scream for a night or two. Seriously. `

I'm the Tarleton twins red hair.

That's more auburn then red, sugar.

I’m the red harlot dress.

I'm Joe Biden, and I was a twenty six year old extra who couldn't say a line back when they shot the rail yard scene.

[quote]That's more auburn then red, sugar.

Oh, dear!

I'm the leg that needed to come off because it's gangrened.

I'm the perpetually arched right eyebrow on Miss Leigh's face

I am the yellow light constantly on Miss Vivian Leigh blue eyes to make them look green.

I’m Stuart Tarleton. I look really good in riding britches...or tights.

I'm Mammy. Despite my station in life, I'm still the smartest bitch and the only deserving a lick of respect in the entire film.

I'm the cow that Prissy refused to climb out of the carriage to secure, so Mellie's baby could have milk. Due her proclamation, " I sceeerd a COOWS!'...

I’m the opening credits and the line, “There was a land of Cavaliers and Cotton Fields called the Old South...” thought up by David O. Selznick. A line that Margaret Mitchell was unaware of until it appeared on the screen at the premiere and pissed her off for the rest of her life.

"But Scarlett, I'm not going to forget that!"

I'm the ham.

I compelled Leslie Howard to, after kissing Scarlett, straighten his shoulders, stand up ramrod straight and simultaneously turn his head away from Scarlett while vehemently uttering that line.

I'm Vivien's moustache.

(I'm very noticeable in the 70 mm blown-up and letter-boxed version)

Ah'm Miss Ellen's po-teers.

I'm the sea-sick audience watching those opening credits which scrolled upwards and then scrolled off to the left and then stood still.

I had to endure Selznick's nonsense again eight years later for 'Duel In The Sun'.

I'm the Caveat Emptorium.

I'm also the plate of patisserie that Scarlett was desperate for while still chewing her main course.

I'm the side twink Rhett was pounding 3x a week

I'm the rocks in Howards brief case!...… wait!.. scratch that!!...….

I'm Victor Jory's carpetbag.

I'm Scarlett's ridiculously bad taste house with stained glass windows, red wall paper, red velvet portieres all over the folding doors, red wall to wall carpeting, highly varnished black walnut furniture, gilt framed mirrors and long pier glasses, steel engravings in heavy frames, etc., which causes Rhett to comment "A stranger without being told a word about us would know this house was built with ill-gotten gains."

I'm 10,000 wounded, dying, and stuffed soldiers moaning in agony in front of the Atlanta rail terminal. It's so crowded some of us had to lay down in Ken Berry's front yard at Mayberry RFD.

I may Big Sam's Little Sam

I'm Rhett and I DON'T GIVE A DAMN

I’m God, Scarlett’s witness.

I’m the hoss that made tracks .

Im the smelling salts almost gone because Aunt Pitty Pat used me constantly

I'm Mammy's "MM! Mm! mm!" in the opening scene.

I'm June Ritchie's eyeliner.

I’m Isabel Jewell as “that no-count trash Emmy Slattery, whose “child has been born, and mercifully has died.”

That’s all I get to play, whiners and white trash. A floozie in “Lost Horizon,” a whiner about to get sliced in “A Tale of Two Cities,” and then a loony in the loony bin “Snake Pit.”

Ya can’t win....

I'm Rhett's pronunciation of "fashion" as "fay-shun."

I'm Belle Watling's donation to the cause, and I am just as good as anyone's money!

I'm lemon verbena, Ellen Robillard O'Hara's favorite scent.

I'm the pocket pool Scarlett plays with Frank Kennedy to get him to dump Suellen for her.

I'm the darkies who love picking cotton for Miss Scarlett.

I'm the Klan hood Frank Kennedy wore that night.

“I am born...”

R93 I’m Mellie droning on for hours reading ‘David Copperfield’, as Scarlet sweats bullets that night waiting for “Ol’ Whisker-faced Kennedy” to return from the “Political Meeting”.

I’m Bette Davis, I’m smoking and I’m pissed!

I’m Melanie & Ashley’s whiny son.

R96 I’m Clark Gable, Leslie Howard and David O Selznick slipping in his trailer after lunch.

Years from now bitches will be ON something called the web; not those old cobwebs you keep spinning, trying to trap poor Mister Ashley with your spidery ways. They will be able to read about all you heathens.

I'm the young and vicious Thomas Lanier Williams who hatches up a plan to destroy both Scarlett and Vivien.

Was anyone at Tara enjoying Pork's BBC?!

I’m the scenery-chewing.

Sorry, that movie is overrated schlock.

I’m the knife under the bed “dat cutz duh pain en haff.”

I'm the land.

The greatest scene in the movie. Watching this gives a woman like ourself the strength to go on against any enemy!

I'm Carreen (sic)

I'm Harry Davenport, conceived during the Civil War.

I'm Scarlett's neglected, forgotten first two children.

I’m the poor, foaming at the mouth horse collapsing just before I got water and grain at Tara. Damn. My life ain’t been fair!

I'm Hattie McDaniel, here posting on DataLounge while the movie opens in Jim Crow Atlanta as I'm not allowed in the theater.

I’m Suellen. I’m boring, ugly, and no one cares about me.

R109 Aww Hattie you've found a home here with us! Yo' sho is fittin'!

I'm all the interesting characters left out of the movie: Wade Hampton Hamilton, Ella Kennedy, Dilcey, Honey Wilkes, Mrs. Tarleton, the Fontaine brothers, Grandma Fontaine, Uncle Henry, Grandpa Merriwether, Rene Picard, Tommy Wellburn, Will Benteen, Archie...

R109 We wuz a wonderin’ who was rustling around bout ta post. Youza sho took a long enough time about postin it!

I am the simple wooden altar at which the O’Hara family kneels during their evening devotionals.

I'm the grasping, obsessive, splenetic Lithuanian who was too thick-headed to realise his career who go down —and even more down— over the coming 26 years.

I'm Hattie McDaniel, and I'd rather play a maid than be one.

R116, you are not Hattie McDaniel.

I am Hattie McDaniel!

I'm the announcement that Jonas Wilkerson's child by the white trash Slattery girl has been born and mercifully has died. I'm also the realization that that is a strange announcement for a devoutly Catholic woman to make.

I'm tomorrow and I'm another day.

I'm a door knob and even I haven't had as many turns as that white trash Slattery girl.

I'm Miss Ellen's earbobs.

R112, you are in the charity ball scene, where you bid Twenty Dollars for Mees Maybellle Merriweather!

I'm Savannah. I would have been better for Scarlett than Atlanta.

R122 I’m the whore auction for the Georgia Reel that is okay “if Melanie says its okay, then it’s okay.”

I'm Miss Scarlett's unshawled shoulders about to catch their death of dampness.

I'm the two girls who are with the Tarletons when Scarlett steals their thunder on the Twelve Oaks staircase, claiming to have worn her dress "just because I thought you liked it!". I We loathe Miss O'Hara. And we hate that the boys' attention goes straight from ud to her--and over a dress, no less! It makes us wonder if those Tarleton boys were maybe a little...Funny.

I’m Ellen’s sexy cousin Philippe, whom she would have married if not for those bitches in her family.

I’m a radish. I’m the only thing left in the garden.

" I'm also the realization that that is a strange announcement for a devoutly Catholic woman to make."

Apparently a baby is better off dead than illegitimate offspring of white trash.

I'm the eau de cologne Scarlet gargles with to cover the alcohol on her breath. She didn't fool anybody!

I'm the yankee soldier with rape in his eyes, who gets shot in the face by Scarlett.

I'm the bloody pit where his nose used to be.

I'm the 1930s frau who was sufficiently sex-starved to imagine that the balding, skinny-headed Leslie Howard was appealing.

I'm the top and bottom of every frame that got trimmed out of the picture for the tres shitty "widescreen" release in 1967.

I'm Dame Olivia de Havilland, and I'm still around, bitches

I’m the pick a ninnies hanging on the bell at quittin time.

I'm mental illness. I wasn't *exactly* cast, but everyone on set felt my presence.

I'm Tara's attic, to which Mammy will be scooting up to find mother's old box of dress patterns.

[quote][R96] I’m Clark Gable, Leslie Howard and David O Selznick slipping in his trailer after lunch.

Wait...that kid had a TRAILER??!!??

I'm the staircase that Rhett carried Scarlet up to ravish her in the bedroom. I'm also the staircase she done tumbled down before losing the baby conceived during said ravishment.

I'm the bassinet where baby Bonnie Blue Belle slept before she grew to childhood and croaked.

I'm the potato salad at the picnic where war is declared.

I'm the porcelain piece Scarlet threw at the fireplace, almost killing Rhett Butler before she met him.

I'm the stink eye Scarlet gives Belle Watling while wearing a dress and hat made from draperies.

I'm Scarlet's giant vulgar ring.

I'm the O'Hara sisters' tongues.

I'm India Wilkes...

I'm George Cukor , it's to my trailer Clark , Leslie , David and all the men were coming to during lunch .

I'm the red earth of TARA ...

I'm Lucille Ball , and since Viv isn't available for Melanie , nor Gale for Frank .

I’m Aunt Pittypat!

I'm the fat 10-incher between Leslie Howard's legs which is the reason that Leslie was like catnip to stinkfish!

I'm the complete PANDEMONIUM which broke out after a packed full movie theater audience was locked in and told they were chosen for a special screening of a new film. This is what happened the very second that Margaret Mitchell's name appeared on the screen directly before the title frame.....

I wish these "let's be" threads would be gone with the wind. They are so 2017.

They're fun, R154. That said, "Let's be Gone with the Wind" was already done about a year or so ago. I remember one of the posts I left on that previous thread:

"I'm the finely ground glass being ingested, slowly killing the slave master and his family. Mammy says "DON'T FUCK WIT ME, WHITE FOLKS! YOU'LL CATCH YOUR DEATH 'O BARBEQUE!!"

I'm the New Orleans food Scarlett stuffs herself with during her honeymoon with Rhett.

I'm Scarlett's finely combed pussy

I'm The Wizard of Oz. Bow to me, bitch. Or I will tornado your lily white ass.

I'm Jezebel, the hammed up, slapped together, rushed out attempt by Jack Warner to cash in on Miss Scarlett's hoopskirts.

I'm not knowing nothing bout birthing no babies.

We’re Mr. Kennedy’s lice. You’ll be a sight more hume-a-lated if we gits on you.

I’m the cat asleep beneath the sundial at Twelve Oaks. Do not waste time— that is the stuff life is made of!

I'm Ashley, outraged that Scarlett's using chain gangs to perform free labor. I will NOT make money off the suffering of others...

I'm the slaves Ashley would have freed once Father was gone.

I'm the murderous pony who secretly poisoned Melanie Wilkes & greased the stairs so Miss Scarlett would fall and lose her baby before throwing that spoiled little brat Bonnie Blue Butler off my back to her death. I'd kill again, but that god-damned Rhett Butler shot me before I could.

I'm Scarlett's recurring dream of running through the mist looking for a haven she can't find...until she realizes she loves Rhett. HE is the haven! But by now he doesn't give a damn.

I'm regret and by this point, Scarlett's full of it.

“I’s the one says it’s quittin’ time at Tara! QUITTIN’ Time!”

Who sez it's quittin' time?

I am Gods Nightgown

I’m Ashley’s picture and Charles’s sword!

I’m the few more days for her to tote da weary load.

Bette said that Jack Warner offered her the role of Scarlett (had he already optioned the rights?) on the day she asked to be released from her Warners' contract. But she walked anyway.

^Bette certainly would have met Margaret Mutchell’s initial description of Scarlett.

“Scarlett O’hara was not beautiful.....,”

I's de boilin' pot.

I'm green, Scarlett's favorite color.

We're Louee Mayer and Samuel Goldfish. Our son-in-law Schmuck Selznick took our biggest star and we got practically nuthink in return.

I'm the grease stain on the green plaid dress that Scarlett won't wear to the barbecue at the Wilkeses for fear Melanie has sharp eyes.

I'm Scarlett's "execrable" taste, as Rhett puts it.

I'm Miss Scarlet's bosoms and if I want to see the light of day before 3 o'clock, it's my business !!

R178. I’m the brooch Scarlett thought about pining on to hide you.

[quote]Bette said that Jack Warner offered her the role of Scarlett (had he already optioned the rights?) on the day she asked to be released from her Warners' contract.

No she didn't. She said Selznick made inquiries to Warner about getting Bette and Errol Flynn as a package deal for Scarlett and Rhett. She felt that Flynn wasn't a good enough actor to play Rhett and refused. But the reality is, it was never an offer. It was only an "inquiry." Bette acted as if she'd actually been offered the role (with an intolerable condition), and she turned it down for the good of the film.

I'm the demensha wot turned Mr O'Hara crayzee.

I'm Emmy Slattery's bastard who was born and mercifully has died.

I'm all the cousins marrying other cousins.

I'm the WASP who has only just realized that the O'Haras were Romans.

I'm the Tarleton twins' underwear. Who wants a sniff?

I'm Grandma Robillard's portrait. Like my tits?

I'm Alicia Rhett, playing Ashley's sister India. It was my photo that replaced that of Hattie McDaniel on the back of the original GWTW souvenir program, after buyers became irate that the publisher would dare to place a photo of a person of color among the white stars.

(Consequently, the first printing of the GWTW program has McDaniel's photo, and is more valuable amongst collectors.)

I'm Ward Bond. I play Union Captain Tom in the "Ashley got shot" scene, and I'm the hottest hunk of man in the whole picture!

We're the Tarleton twins and we're twice as hot as any damned Yankee.

I'm Big Sam. And you know why.

I'm bratty Bonnie Blue's ridiculous, expensive riding clothes; a blue velvet riding habit with a white lace collar, accessorized with a blue velvet hat with a red plume and red gloves. Spoiled little bitch.

I'll take care of that.

We're the tears Clark Gable refused to be seen shedding in his big scene with Melanie after Bonnie dies. If he'd have only let us flow freely, he'd have won the Oscar instead of that "Mr Chips" fairy.

I'm the sore bottom on the moviegoer thing whining after 3 hours that this movie doesn't know when to end.

I'm Edward Dmytryk who can't understand why GWTW is still loved after 60 years while my version of it ('Raintree County' with Liz and Monty) is very much unloved.

I’m Patrick Curtis, and. I had an uncredited role as baby Beau Wilkes. My uncle was Billy Wilder.

R198

Though I'm better remembered for having married & legally fucked the gal below !

I'm Cathleen Calvert. Although I wasn't identified I was in the movie. I was the second most popular belle in the county after Scarlett, but I didn't do nearly as well as she. I married our family's Yankee overseer, Mr. Hilton, in an effort to save Pine Bloom. By the time of Gerald O'Hara's funeral I'm pretty much white trash who if I'm not dipping snuff already soon will be.

I’m silk bows. I’m everywhere!

I'm petticoats and pantalets and if Scarlett was wearing either of me she'd use them to tie up that cow.

I'm Cheautard's... and I'm no use. `

I am India Wilkes' non-existent eyelashes. That is why she looks like a rabbit.

I'm the fat 10 inches hanging between Leslie Howard's legs. Because of me he was catnip to stinkfish!

I'm the word "damn." I'm considered daring and shocking. I'm also the word "miscarriage." I'm so shocking and provocative than I can't be uttered, even though that's the reason Melanie dies and is the catalyst for Scarlett's fall down the stairs ("Cheer up. Maybe you'll have a miscarriage.")

I'm the Monster Bazaar, for the benefit of Atlanta's own military hospital. And where Scarlett will disgrace herself for the first time. Of many.

I'm aunt Pittypat, DL icon since 1939.

I'm Miss Lindsey and the spirit of aunt Pittypat lives on in me.

I'm the often discussed "was it rape-rape" scene.

Nobody asked me to partake.

But for measles and pneumonia vouchsafing a hero's death, I'm what Moscow Charles Hamilton would have looked like had things been different.

Margaret Mitchell documentary. Very good. See it!

Da wind dun gon

I’m Margaret “Peggy” Mitchell. Can’t someone get me a fucking pillow at least?

It wouldn't surprise me at all to find that she was murdered for putting all those many young black men through medical school. RIP M M

GWTW at Cinepolis US theaters on September 3rd. I've got my tickets. So I'll be my reclining seat.