The Help

Aibileen: I was born 1911, Chicksaw County, Piedmont Plantation. Skeeter: And did you know as a girl growing up that one day you'd be a maid? Clark: Yes ma'am, I did. Skeeter: And you knew that because... Aibileen: My mama was a maid. My grandmama was a house slave. Skeeter: [whispering as she writes down] "house slave..." Did you ever dream of being something else? [Aibileen nods yes] What does it feel like to raise a white child when your own child's at home being looked after by somebody else?

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Hilly: They carry different diseases than we do. That's why I've drafted the Home Health Sanitation Initiative. Skeeter: The what? Hilly: A disease-preventative bill that requires every white home to have a separate bathroom for the colored help. It's been endorsed by the White Citizen's Council. Skeeter: Maybe we should just build you a bathroom outside, Hilly. Hilly: You ought not to joke about the colored situation. I will do whatever it takes to protect our children.

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Celia: They don't like me because of what they think I did. Minny: They don't like you because they think you white trash.

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Hilly: So. Nobody wanted to hire a sass-mouthin', thievin' nigra- did they? Oh, pie's as good as always, Minny. Minny: I'm glad you like it. Hilly: If... I take you back, I'll have to cut your pay five dollars a week. Minny: Take me back? Hilly: What do you put in here that makes it taste so good? Minny: That good vanilla from Mexico... [forces a smile] And... something else real special. Minny: [quickly intervening] No, no no, Missus Walters. That Miss Hilly's special pie. Hilly: Momma can have a piece. [Minny doesn't respond; Hilly huffs in annoyance and shoves the pie at her] Cut her one! Go get a plate! Minny: Eat my shit. Hilly: What'd you say? Minny: I said eat... my... shit. Hilly: Have you lost your mind? Minny: No, ma'am. But you is about to. 'Cause you just did. Mrs. Walters: And you didn't just have one, you had two slices! [Minny hurries out of the house] Run, Minny, run!

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Stuart: I've never met a woman that says exactly what she's thinking. Skeeter: Well, I got plenty to say.

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Hilly: [confronting Skeeter at her house about the book] I've contacted my lawyer, Hibbie Goodman! He's the best libel attorney in the state. Oh missy, you are goin' to jail! Skeeter: You can't prove anything. Hilly: Oh I 100% know you wrote it, 'cause nobody else in town is as tacky as you! Skeeter: You don't know anything, Hilly! Hilly: [shoving Skeeter] Oh, I DON'T, do I?! You tell Aibileen that 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. Skeeter: [calmly] Careful Hilly, that's Chapter Twelve. Don't give yourself away now. Hilly: That was NOT ME!!! [storms over to the front door] I've come to tell your mother what a hippie you've become! She's going to be disgusted by you-! Charlotte: [opens door before Hilly] Why, Hilly!

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