“Frankly my dear,..............”

Today we are going to a birthday party for my wife’s uncle who is 90 today. I am wearing beige trousers, red/brown shoes and black socks (to be fair I thought they were dark brown when I put them on). My wife is horrified. She fears that there might be an impromptu sock inspection and my lack of colour co-ordination will be exposed to public ridicule. But I am playing the Rhett Butler card. “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn”.