If they ever remake Gone With The Wind, I want to be involved, dammit. I want to make sure it gets a proper ending. I mean, sure, maybe Margaret Mitchell was going to write a sequel, but she didn't did she, and that damned piece of stupefying fluff by that Alexandra Ripley woman was so pathetically awful I move we strike it from existence and pretend it never happened. So, hence, the original needs to be given a better ending. And if I was writing it, there's be just one small, subtle change. It'd come after Rhett delivers his most famous of lines: "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn." And Scarlett would run down those stairs (cleverly not falling and breaking herself again) and grab him and say: "Well I do!" and give him a damn good kiss.

Because he's a man who should be kissed. Often, and by someone who knows how.