So I'm watching the last part of Gone with the Wind with the girls. We're at the very last part of the movie: "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn." And Rhett Butler walks off into the mist. We're all teary and, like Scarlett, we (even though I've seen it fifty thousand times) can't believe he's really leaving. Scarlett says breathily, "There must be some way to bring him back..."

Margaret whispers, "Were cell phones invented back then?"