Rhett: Don't tell me you're frightened. Scarlett: I'm scared to death. If you had the sense of a goat, you'd be scared too. Oh, the Yankees. Rhett: No, not yet. That's what's left of our Army, blowing up the ammunition, so the Yankees won't get it. Scarlett: We've got to get out of here. Rhett: At your service, madam. Just where are you figuring on going? Scarlett: Home, to Tara.