Gone with the Wind is one of the most famous films ever, like, and pretty much everyone knows the famous line from Clark Kent, “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.” Now, come on admit it, most people reading this haven’t seen the film. We sure as hell haven’t – for some reason sitting through 4 solid hours for one line from Superman doesn’t seem worthwhile.
Vivien Leigh (played by Ade Edmonsdon from The Young Ones) is Clark’s romantic interest and, after being buffeted around by the tempestuous wench, gives her an earful of 19th century vernacular. Pretty horrific stuff for any woman who has a crush on Superman but, hey ho, it’s only a film! Or is it?
Anyway, there were many alternate endings shot for this iconic scene. Here are the ones which just didn’t make the bloody cut.
Frankly, my dear, I do give a damn.
We usually start things off with a tame one. Here we find Superman has done the honorable thing and will aid the deranged woman through to her next fiasco. What a gent!
Frankly, my dear, I do not give a damn.
If he’d dropped the contraction it probably would have been a bit too formal sounding and not so bloody damning. Good on him for getting it write.
Frankly Mr. Shankly
Crooning quiff promoter Morrissey of Hipster’s dream band The Smiths turns up in one alternate ending of Gone with the Wind. Morrissey, who is 174 years old, plays this song right after Clark Kent levels Viven from The Young Ones with his assessment. Brutal.
Frankly, my beer, I don’t forgive a drambuie… *HICK*
A drunk Clark Kent? LOL! That’d be the day. In this version of the film he forgets everything in pursuit of beer and some liqueur. Indeed.
Frankly, my deer, I don’t live in spam.
Presumably as it’s too deer to purchase. Spam was a delicacy in old thymes.
Frankly, my aeronautical engineer, I don’t have a spanner.
This guy is a total nerd.
Frankly, this academic year, I won’t give a D.
Unwittingly, Mr. Kent reveals in his spare (as in full) time he’s a teacher he provides acne ridden brats with high grades. There’s false hope for the community, sir.
Frankly, the capital of Zaire is… I don’t give a damn.
Xenophobic Mr. Kent doesn’t know fundamental geography. What a tool!
Frankly, you software engineer, I don’t give a data.
Nerds know the language of The Nerd well and truly. They may have been ahead of their thyme in 1939, but they didn’t want to let on to the world they’re knowledge of the technological revolution.
Frankly, your outer ear, my dear, makes me not give a damn.
Men are such superficial bastards who only care about looks. Not even Superman can overcome the fact Vivienne’s earlobe is a little wonky. The fool!
Frankly, my queer, I don’t bend that way.
We support LGTB rights. Rhett Butler’s a bit of a bigot, unfortunately.
P%@& off, you slag!
Cripes, Clark Kent loses his ship and Goes Belligerent. Whilst we can’t condone his behaviour, we can condone his fine moustache. Very prim and proper, sir, unlike your profane language!