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 smiles] 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
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: Mmhmm.
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
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 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 dinning 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,
[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 all together! 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 dinnin' 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.
[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 then that we're done. Minny Jackson: Which
one you got left? Eugenia 'Skeeter' Phelan:
[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? Uhuh! 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. [Skeeter laughs] Charlotte Phelan: I
have never been more proud of you. Eugenia 'Skeeter' Phelan:
[referring to all the
cooked food laid out on Celia's dinning 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 steeling 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
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.
[last lines] 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.