Gone with the Wind - You Need Kissing Badly

RHETT: You will, though. And another thing. Those pantalets. I don't know a woman in Paris wears pantalets anymore.

SCARLETT: What do they... you shouldn't talk about such things.

RHETT: You little hypocrite, you don't mind my knowing about them, just my talking about them.

SCARLETT: Rhett, I really can't go on accepting these gifts. Though you are awfully kind.

RHETT: I'm not kind, I'm just tempting you. I never give anything without expecting something in return. I always get paid.

SCARLETT: If you think I'll marry you just to pay for the bonnet, I won't.

RHETT: Don't flatter yourself, I'm not a marrying man.

SCARLETT: Well, I won't kiss you for it, either.

RHETT: Open your eyes and look at me. No, I don't think I will kiss you. Although you need kissing badly. That's what's wrong with you. You should be kissed, and often, and by someone who knows how.

SCARLETT: And I suppose that you think that you are the proper person.

RHETT: I might be, if the right moment ever came.

SCARLETT: You're a conceited, black- hearted varmint, Rhett
Butler, and I don't know why I let you come and see
me.

RHETT: I'll tell you why, Scarlett. Because I'm the only man
over sixteen and under sixty who's around to show you
a good time.