The Help Movie Quotes

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[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.
[to Skeeter]
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.the-help-8
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!


[to Skeeter]
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 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 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.


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Total Quotes: 94



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