Page 1 2 USER REVIEWS THE NOVEL
[after she stumbles upon Skeeter at Aibileen’s house]
Minny Jackson: And just what makes you think colored people need your help? Why you care?
Aibileen Clark: Minny.
Minny Jackson: Maybe you just wanna get Aibileen in trouble.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: No! I wanna show her perspective. So people might understand what it’s like from your side.
Minny Jackson: Now, that’s a real fourth of July picnic. It’s what we dream of doin’ all weekend long. Get back in their house, polish the silver. And we just love not making minimum wage or gettin’ social security. And how we love they cheerin’ when they’re little and then they turn out just like they mama’s.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: I know. Maybe things can change.
Minny Jackson: What law school say you got to be nice to your maid?
Aibileen Clark: You don’t have to do this now, Minny.
Minny Jackson: You damn right, I don’t! You two give me heart palpitations!
[she turns and leaves Aibileen’s house banging the door shut]
Aibileen Clark: And that’s a good mood!
[Minny returns to Aibileen’s house]
Minny Jackson: Alright, I’m gonna do it. But I need to make sure she understands this ain’t no game we playin’ here.
Minny Jackson: Slide your chair out from under that table. Face me.
[Skeeter slides her chair out to face her]
Minny Jackson: I need to see you square on at all times.
[she sits opposite Skeeter waiting for Skeeter to speak]
Minny Jackson: I gotta come up with the questions too?
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: Oh! Uh…let’s begin with uh…with where you were born.
Minny Jackson: Belzoni Mississippi, on my great aunt’s sofa. Next?
Aibileen Clark: [voice over] Once Minny got to talkin’ about food, she likely to never stop. But when she got to talkin’ about the white ladies, it took all night!
[referring to the Shinalator as she’s doing Skeeter’s hair]
Charlotte Phelan: The whole system cost eleven dollars. It smells expensive. You’re gonna look beautiful on your date tonight.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: I can feel the hope in your fingers.
[on their first date]
Stuart Whitworth: So, what do you do with your time? Do you work?
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: I write. But right now I’m working on a domestic maintenance column for the Jackson Journal.
Stuart Whitworth: You mean, housekeeping. Jesus, I can’t think of anything worse than readin’ a cleanin’ column, accept for maybe writin’ one.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: Well, I can. Working with a bunch of greasy, stinky men in the middle of the ocean.
Stuart Whitworth: Sounds to me like a ploy to find a husband, becoming an expert in keeping house.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: Well, aren’t you a genius! You’ve figured out my whole scheme!
Stuart Whitworth: Ain’t that all you girls always major in? Professional husband huntin’.
[to Stuart on their first night out]
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: I’m sorry, but were you dropped on your head as an infant? Or were you just born stupid?
[she gets up and leaves]
[to Celia as she’s showing her how to fry chicken]
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: Fryin’ chicken just tend to make you feel better about life. At least me, anyway. Mmm, I learned me somethin’ fryin’ chicken.
Celia Foote: I just want you to know I’m real grateful you’re here.
Minny Jackson: You gots plenty more to be grateful for than me. And look, now I ain’t messin’ round no more. Now Mr. Johnny gonna catch me here and shoot me dead right here on this no wax floor! You gots to tell him. Ain’t he wondering how you cookin’ so good?
Celia Foote: You’re right! Maybe we oughta burn the chicken a little?
Minny Jackson: Minny don’t burn chicken.
[on the phone]
Elain Stein: Eugenia, Martin Luther King just invited the entire country to march with him in D.C. in August. This many Negro’s and whites have not worked together since Gone with the Wind. How many stories have you recorded thus far?
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: The…the ones you’ve read.
Elain Stein: Two domestics, that’s all?
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: I’m real close to gettin’ more interviews.
Elain Stein: Don’t send me anything else until you do have more maids.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: Yes, ma’am. How…how many more?
Elain Stein: I don’t know! At least a dozen. My advice to you is to write it, and write it fast, before this whole Civil Rights thing blows over.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: We need a dozen more.
Minny Jackson: Me and Aibileen done asked everybody we know. Thirty one names. They all too scared! Think we crazy.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: Well, if we don’t get more we’re not gettin’ published.
Minny Jackson: I gots plenty stories, Miss Skeeter. Just write ’em down and invent them maids yourself. You already makin’ up names, just make up the maids too.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: We’re not gonna do that. That would be wrong.
Aibileen Clark: Don’t give up on this, Miss Skeeter.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: It wouldn’t be real!
Aibileen Clark: They killed my son. He fell carrying two by fours at the mill. Truck went over and crushed his lung.
Minny Jackson: Aibileen.
[Minny reaches out her hand to Aibileen to comfort her but Aibileen pulls away]
Aibileen Clark: That white foreman threw his body back onto the truck. Drove to the colored hospital. Dumped him there and honked the horn. There was nothin’ they could do, so I brought my baby home. Laid him down that sofa right there. He died right in front of me. He was just twenty four years old, Miss Skeeter. Best part of a person’s life. Anniversary of his death, every year I can’t breathe. But to you all it’s just another day of bridge. You stop this, everything I wrote, he wrote, everything he was is gonna die with him!
Hilly Holbrook: Aibileen, are you enjoyin’ your new bathroom, over at Elizabeth’s? Nice to have your own. Isn’t it, Aibileen?
Aibileen Clark: Yes, ma’am. And I thank you.
Hilly Holbrook: Separate, but equal. That’s what Ross Barnett says and you can’t argue with the Governor.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: Well, certainly not in Mississippi. Birth place of a modern day government.
Yule Mae Davis: I already know what you’re gonna ask, Miss Skeeter. Minny and Aibileen already did. I’m tryin’ to get my boys off to college. Now, it’s worthwhile what you’re all doin’, but…but my boys are worth more.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: I understand.
[just then Hilly walks in on their conversation]
Hilly Holbrook: What do you understand, Skeeter?
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: You’re maid was just sayin’ how excited she is that her boys are gonna go to college.
[to Yule Mae]
Hilly Holbrook: Did you also ask Miss Skeeter if you could borrow money?
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: Of course not.
Hilly Holbrook: Skeeter, did you intentionally not put my initiative in the newsletter?
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: No. No. Not at all. I just have been really busy with mama.
Hilly Holbrook: I know. I know. You must be so worried about your mother, but um…I’m worried about you. Readin this stuff!
[she holds up Mississippi’s ‘The Laws Governing the Conduct of Nonwhites and other Minorities’]
Hilly Holbrook: Believe it or not, there are real racists in this town. If the wrong person caught you with anything like that, you’d be in serious trouble.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: Well, I’ll be on the lookout.
[Hilly gives Skeeter a cold hard look]
Hilly Holbrook: Put my initiative in the newsletter. Okay?
Charlotte Phelan: There’s a particularly tall and very handsome man, named Stuart, here for you.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: Oh, God! Oh, mother! You would not like him, trust me. He’s a drunken asshole.
Charlotte Phelan: Love and hate are two horns on the same goat, Eugenia. You need a goat!
Stuart Whitworth: Look, I know it was a few weeks back. But I came to say I’m sorry for the way I acted.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: Who sent you, William or Hilly?
Stuart Whitworth: Neither.
[Skeeter gives him an ‘I don’t believe you’ look]
Stuart Whitworth: Hilly. But I wanted to come, okay? I was rude and I’ve been thinkin’ about it a lot.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: Well, I haven’t. You can just go.
Stuart Whitworth: Goddamn it!
Stuart Whitworth: I told Hilly I wasn’t ready to go out on any date, alright? Not even close to ready. I was engaged last year. She ended it.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: I’m sure she did.
Stuart Whitworth: It’s not like that. I’m not always a jerk. Anyway, we’d been datin’ since we were fifteen. You know how it is.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: Actually, I don’t. I’ve never really dated anyone before.
Stuart Whitworth: Ever?
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: Ever.
Stuart Whitworth: I uh…well, that must be it then.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: What?
Stuart Whitworth: You, Skeeter. I…I…I’ve never met a woman who says exactly what she’s thinkin’.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: Well, I got plenty to say.
Stuart Whitworth: Yeah, I bet you do. You make me laugh. Smile. Would you like to come out to dinner with me? We could talk. I could actually listen to you this time.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: I can’t think of anything worse.
Stuart Whitworth: Well, I understand and I’m sorry. That’s what I came here to say, and I said it.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: You’re disgusting.
Stuart Whitworth: You’ve already made that pretty clear. And just so you know, the boys caught me readin’ your Miss Myrna column on the rig the other day.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: Really? You read ’em?
Stuart Whitworth: All of ’em. Very informative too. I had no idea that ground eggshells got grease out of clothes.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: Well, I do my homework.
Stuart Whitworth: You’re a good writer, Skeeter.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: Thank you. I wanna be a journalist, or maybe a novelist, or maybe both.
Stuart Whitworth: I like that. You’re really smart. Pretty.
Minny Jackson: What they gonna do if they catch us with Miss Skeeter?
Aibileen Clark: We’re gonna be careful.
Minny Jackson: It’s just two of us. Drag us behind, shoot me in front of my children!
Aibileen Clark: We ain’t doin’ Civil Rights. We’re…we’re just tellin’ stories like they really happened.
Minny Jackson: You’re a fool, woman. You’re a fool.
[they hug each other]
[after she’s miscarried]
Celia Foote: We got married cause I was pregnant. Then I lost it a month later. Johnny wants kids now. What he gonna do with me?
Minny Jackson: Well, Mr. Johnny just gonna have to get over it.
Celia Foote: He doesn’t know about the baby. Or the two before.
Minny Jackson: Don’t be takin’ those women any more pies. You understand?
[Celia nods her head]
Celia Foote: They made me stand there like I was a vacuum salesmen. Why, Minny?
Minny Jackson: Cause they know about you gettin’ knocked up by Mr. Johnny. Imagining, wondering what it means. Specially since Miss Hilly and Mr. Johnny had just broke up too.
Celia Foote: So Hilly probably thinks that I was fooling around with Johnny when they were still goin’ steady.
Minny Jackson: Mm-hmm. Mrs. Walters always said, Miss Hilly still sweet on Mr. Johnny too.
Celia Foote: No wonder! They don’t hate me! They hate what they think I did.
Minny Jackson: They hate you cause they think you white trash.
Celia Foote: I’m just gonna have to tell Hilly, I ain’t no boyfriend stealer.
[to Minny as she’s tending to Minny’s wound from being hit by her husband]
Celia Foote: You know what I’d do if I were you? I’d give it right back to him. I’d hit him over the head with a skillet and I’d tell him to go straight to hell.
[after Kennedy’s assassination]
Aibileen Clark: The world done gone crazy, Miss Skeeter, and I’m scared. What if people find out what we’re writin’? Figure out Knoxville really Jackson, figure out about who?
Minny Jackson: Maybe we need us some insurance. I told God I’d never speak of it again, but we ain’t got no choice. I need to tell you all about the terrible awful I’d done to Miss Hilly. It might be the only thing that keep us safe.
[flashback to the day Minny had baked a chocolate pie and went over to Hilly’s]
Hilly Holbrook: So, nobody wanted to hire a sass mouthin’ thievin” Negro? Did they?
[as she’s eating Minny’s pie]
Hilly Holbrook: Pie is as good as always, Minny.
Minny Jackson: I’m glad you like it.
Hilly Holbrook: If I take you back, I’d have to cut your pay five dollars a week.
Minny Jackson: Take me back?
[referring to Minny’s pie]
Hilly Holbrook: What did you put in here that makes it taste so good?
Minny Jackson: That good vanilla from Mexico and somethin’ else real special.
[as Mrs. Walters comes over to cut herself a slice of the pie]
Minny Jackson: No! No. No. No, Miss Walters. That’s Miss Hilly’s special pie.
Hilly Holbrook: Mama can have a piece.
[pushes the pie in towards Minny]
Hilly Holbrook: Cut her one! Go get a plate.
Minny Jackson: Eat my shit!
Hilly Holbrook: What did you say?
Minny Jackson: I said, eat my shit.
Hilly Holbrook: Have you lost your mind?
Minny Jackson: No, ma’am. But you about to. Cause you just did.
Hilly Holbrook: Did what?
[Minny looks at her pie as if to confirm Hilly had eaten the pie which had her shit in it]
[laughing as Hilly runs out of the dining room to throw up the pie Minny had put shit in]
Mrs. Walters: You didn’t just eat one, you had two slices!
[Minny quickly leaves the house and Mrs. Walters just keeps on laughing]
Mrs. Walters: Run, Minny! Run!
[after she’s told them what she’d done to Hilly]
Aibileen Clark: You tryin’ to get yourself killed?
Minny Jackson: No! I wasn’t on planning on tellin’ her, Aibileen! I just wanted to see her take a bite. Then I was gonna leave. Be done with her forever. Oh, I knew if I hadn’t talked to that woman, it was in that pie. I done ask God to forgive me. But more for what happened to poor Miss Walters. Miss Hilly threw her in that nursin’ home just for laughin’.
Aibileen Clark: We can’t put that story in a book.
Minny Jackson: We ain’t got no choice. Hilly Holbrook hadn’t let nobody know that pie story about her.
Aibileen Clark: Exactly! If people find out that terrible awful was you and Miss Hilly, we in trouble there ain’t words for!
Minny Jackson: Right! But don’t you see? She gonna go to her grave convincin’ folks this book ain’t about Jackson. Now, that keeps us safe! Insurance!
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: No! No. That’s too dangerous.
[Minny gets angry and stands to leave]
Minny Jackson: You all two brought me into this, but I’m gonna finish it. Now either put it in, or pull my parts out altogether! You all pick!
[at the fund raising benefit]
Hilly Holbrook: What are you tryin’ to do to me? What are you and that Negro up to?
Celia Foote: I don’t know what you’re talkin’ about!
Hilly Holbrook: You’re lying! You did! You tell!
Celia Foote: Hilly, I got pregnant after you and Johnny broke up!
Mrs. Walters: [laughing] Oh, Jesus!
Hilly Holbrook: Shut up, mother!
Celia Foote: Johnny never cheated on you. At least not with me!
Hilly Holbrook: Oh, Johnny would never cheat on me!
Celia Foote: I’m so sorry! I thought you’d be pickled with that pie.
Hilly Holbrook: You tell that Negro, if she tells anybody, I will make her suffer!
[as Mrs. Walters is leaving the fund raising benefit with Minny’s pie that Hilly had won]
Hilly Holbrook: You throw that pie away right now!
Mrs. Walters: I spent good money on this pie. I won it just for you.
Hilly Holbrook: You signed me up?
Mrs. Walters: I may have trouble rememberin’ my own name, or what country I live in. But there’s two things I can’t seem to forget. That my own daughter threw me into a nursin’ home and that she ate Minny’s shit. Good night.
Celia Foote: I’m not right for this kind of life, Minny. I don’t need a dinin’ room table for twelve people. I couldn’t get two people over here if I begged. I can’t do this to Johnny anymore. That’s why I gotta go back to Sugar Ditch.
Minny Jackson: You can’t move back to Sugar Ditch. Oh, lord! I reckon it’s time you knew. Sit down.
[after she’s told Celia about what she’d done to Hilly with the pie]
Minny Jackson: So, Miss Hilly thought you knew about the terrible awful. That you makin’ fun of her. It’s my fault she pounced on you. If you leave Mr. Johnny, he and Miss Hilly done won the whole ball game. And she done beatin’ me and she done beat you.
Celia Foote: Thank you, for telling me that.
Aibileen Clark: Lord, look at all these pages. Two hundred and sixty six.
Minny Jackson: So we just send it off? Just wait and see? Hope and see Miss Stein gonna publish it?
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: Well, I have one more story to type, before I put in the mail. Other than that we’re done.
Minny Jackson: Which one you got left?
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: uh…mine.
[after finding out her mother had fired Constantine because her daughter, Rachel had interrupted her mother’s luncheon party]
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: Constantine didn’t do anything wrong. You love Rachel. I know you do.
Charlotte Phelan: She was our president! What was I supposed to do?
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: She did you the biggest favor of your life. She taught me everything.
Charlotte Phelan: Well, you idolized her too much. You always have.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: I needed someone to look up to.
Charlotte Phelan: Well, I…I went to her house the next day. But she had already gone.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: How could you not tell me all this?
Charlotte Phelan: Because I didn’t want to upset you during your final exams. And I know you’d blame me and it wasn’t my fault!
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: I’ve got to go find her. She needs me.
Charlotte Phelan: We sent your brother up to Chicago to bring Constantine home. When he got there, she’d died.
[Skeeter starts to cry]
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: You broke her heart.
[after the book ‘The Help’ was published]
Aibileen Clark: [voice over] They printed a few thousand copies with the worst advance Miss Stein had ever seen. They sent Miss Skeeter six hundred dollars. She broke that money up and gave it to each of us. Divided thirteen ways, that came to about forty six dollars each.
[after Stuart has found out about her book being published]
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: You told me to write something good! Something I believed in!
Stuart Whitworth: That’s not what I believe in! Now, that joke you pulled with Hilly with the toilets? That was funny. Why would you do this to us? I don’t even know why you care!
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: What?!
Stuart Whitworth: Things are fine around here. Why go stir up trouble?
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: Trouble’s already here, Stuart. I had to tell you this! You needed to know!
Stuart Whitworth: You’re Goddamn right I needed to know! You should have told me this from start! You’re a selfish woman, Skeeter.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: Stuart!
Stuart Whitworth: I think you’re better off being alone.
Hilly Holbrook: I’ve contacted my lawyer, Hibby Goodman. He’s the best liable attorney in this state. Oh, missy, you’re goin’ to jail!
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: You can’t prove anything.
Hilly Holbrook: Oh, I one hundred percent know you wrote it! Cause nobody else in town is as tacky as you.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: You don’t know anything, Hilly.
Hilly Holbrook: Oh, I don’t! Do I?
[she pushes Skeeter]
Hilly Holbrook: You tell Aibileen, the next time she wants to write about my dear friend, Elizabeth? Uh-huh! Remember her? Had you in her wedding. Let’s just say, Aibileen ought to have been a little bit smarter before puttin’ in about that L shaped scratch in poor Elizabeth’s dining table. And that nigger, Minny? Do I have plans for her.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: Careful, Hilly. That’s chapter twelve. Don’t give yourself away now.
Hilly Holbrook: That was not me!
Charlotte Phelan: Hilly, you’re…you’re a sweaty mess! Are you ill?
Hilly Holbrook: No, ma’am!
[Charlotte looks at Hilly’s upper lip cold sore]
Charlotte Phelan: Darlin’? Oh! No husband wants to come home and see that.
Hilly Holbrook: Oh, I didn’t have time to get fixed up.
Charlotte Phelan: You know, Hilly? If I didn’t know any better, now I’d say you’d been eatin’ too much pie.
Hilly Holbrook: Mrs. Phelan, I came here…
Charlotte Phelan: In fact, I’m sure of it. Now, you get your raggedy ass off my porch. Go on. Get off my property! Now! Before we all get one of those disgusting things on our lips!
Charlotte Phelan: Courage sometimes skips a generation. Thank you, for bringin’ it back to our family.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: I can’t leave you like this.
Charlotte Phelan: Eugenia, I have made a decision. Now, my health’s been on the uptake these past few weeks. And I know the doctor says it’s some kind of last strength nonsense, but I have decided not to die.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: Oh, mama.
Charlotte Phelan: It’s too late. I tried callin’ Fanny Mae’s to make all your hair appointments for the next twenty years, but they wouldn’t allow it.
Charlotte Phelan: I have never been more proud of you.
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: Thank you.
[referring to all the cooked food laid out on Celia’s dining room table]
Minny Jackson: What’s this?
Celia Foote: I cooked it all by myself.
Johnny Foote: Yes, she did. She was up all night.
Celia Foote: Wanted to do something special. I wanted to say thank you.
Minny Jackson: So, I ain’t losing my job?
Johnny Foote: No. You got a job here for the rest of your life. If you want it.
[Minny pauses for a moment before replying]
Minny Jackson: That’s a mile-high meringue, Miss Celia.
[Celia beams with happiness at the compliment]
Aibileen Clark: [voice over] That table of food gave Minny the strength she needed. She took her babies out from under Leroy and never went back.
[Aibileen is being honored in their local church]
Preacher Green: Now, this is an important time in our community, and we have to thank you for what you have done.
[he picks up a copy of the book ‘The Help’]
Preacher Green: Now, we know we couldn’t put your name in here, so we all signed our own.
[he offers her the book]
Preacher Green: Thank you.
[Aibileen is too shocked to take it]
Preacher Green: Come on, now.
[everyone in the church claps and cheers and Aibileen gets Minny to join her]
Aibileen Clark: Churches over two counties signed that book. All for you and me.
[Skeeter flips through the signed pages of the book]
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: That’s beautiful.
Aibileen Clark: What’s wrong?
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: I got a job offer from Harper & Row in New York.
Aibileen Clark: Congratulations!
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: I’m not taking it.
Aibileen Clark: What you mean, you’re not takin’ it?
Eugenia ‘Skeeter’ Phelan: I can’t just leave you two here when things are gettin’ bad from the mess that I created.
Aibileen Clark: Oh, bad things happen, there ain’t nothin’ you can do about it. Now, it’s for a reason we can be proud of. I don’t mean to rub salt in your wound, but you ain’t got a good life here in Jackson, plus your mama’s gettin’ better.
Minny Jackson: You ain’t got nothin’ left here but enemies in the junior league. Everybody who plays bridge is here. You ain’t never gonna get a man in this town. Everybody know that! I’d walk your white butt to New York, runnin’! Look at here, Miss Skeeter. I’m gonna take care of Aibileen and she gonna take care of me.
Aibileen Clark: Go find your life, Miss Skeeter.
[after Hilly has accused Aibileen of stealing silver from Elizabeth]
Aibileen Clark: I didn’t steal no silver.
Hilly Holbrook: Maybe I can’t send you to jail for what you wrote. But I can send you for being a thief.
Aibileen Clark: I know somethin’ about you, don’t you forget that! And from Yule Mae says, there’s a lot of time to write letters in jail. Plenty of time to write the truth about you. And the paper’s free.
Hilly Holbrook: Nobody will believe what you write!
Aibileen Clark: I don’t know! I’ve been told I’m a pretty good writer, already sold a lot of books!
Hilly Holbrook: Call the police, Elizabeth.
Aibileen Clark: All you do is scare and lie to try to get what you want!
Elizabeth Leefolt: Aibileen, stop!
Aibileen Clark: You a Godless woman! Ain’t you tired, Miss Hilly? Ain’t you tired?
[Hilly’s face screws up with anger and she storms away]
Elizabeth Leefolt: Aibileen, you have to go now.
[Aibileen turns to go]
Mae Mobley: Don’t go, Aibie.
Aibileen Clark: Baby, you need to get back to bed.
Mae Mobley: Please, don’t leave.
Aibileen Clark: I gots to, baby. I am so sorry!
Mae Mobley: Are you going to another little girl?
Aibileen Clark: No, that’s not the reason. I don’t wanna leave you. But it’s time for me to retire. You’re my last little girl.
Mae Mobley: No!
Aibileen Clark: Baby. Baby, I need you to remember everything I told you, okay?
Mae Mobley: Okay.
Aibileen Clark: You remember what I told you?
Mae Mobley: You is kind. You is smart. You is important.
Aibileen Clark: That’s right, baby girl.
[in tears she hugs and kisses Mae Mobley]
Mae Mobley: Don’t go, Aibie!
Aibileen Clark: I gots to, baby!
[to Elizabeth before she leave]
Aibileen Clark: You give my sweet girl a chance.
Aibileen Clark: [voice over] Mae Mobley was my last baby. In just ten minutes, the only life I knew was done. God says we need to love our enemies. That hard to do. But it can start by tellin’ the truth. No one had ever asked what it feel like to be me. Once I told the truth about that, I felt free. And I got to thinkin’ about all the people I knew, and the things I seen and done. My boy, Treelore, always said we gonna have a writer in the family one day. I guess it’s gonna be me.
Total Quotes: 94
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