We had been waiting for over an hour for Vivien Leigh. Clark Gable was pacing back and forth. &ldquo
We had been waiting for over an hour for Vivien Leigh. Clark Gable was pacing back and forth. “If that’s the way they do things in England, I don’t want to make this picture,” he stormed. “I couldn’t make love to that dame now if she were the most beautiful woman in the world!” And then a rustle of silk, the sweet smell of lilacs and there was the most beautiful woman in the world, standing behind him, touching his shoulder, whispering: “I quite agree, Mr. Gable. If I were a man I’d tell that Vivien Leigh to go right back to merry old England and fuck herself.” Gable turned and looked. Leigh looked back. The look in their eyes had flash bulbs in it. Slowly Rhett Butler took Scarlett O'Hara by the arm and walked onto the Southern staircase, talking and smiling as though they’d known each other all their lives. Five minutes after they’d met, she wrapped him around her little finger. She really had charm. - Clarence Sinclair Bull, The Faces of Hollywood -- source link
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