"Fiddle-dee-dee. War, war, war; this war talks spoiling all the fun at every party this spring. I get so bored I could scream. Besides... there isn't going to be any war. Not going to be any war? Why, honey, of course there's gonna be a war. If either of you boys says "war" just once again, I'll go in the house and slam the door. But Scarlett..."