Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Quit?
Oh, she's just upset
Sorry, Miss Eugenia, I'll get you another one.
Give your mama a kiss.
which son can go if we don't come up with the money.
...oh Lord, was they having babies.
I done something terrible awful to that woman,
Then she say, Oh, Minny, I'm gonna give you a paid vacation.
I'd really like to interview you, Aibileen.
You scared the daylights out of me!
Ain't no different than writing down my prayers.
This is a rejection letter.
that requires every white home to have a separate bathroom for the coloured help.
It feel...
But it's best for frying chicken.
Mae Mobley, you're going!
- Who was that? - My mother.
Miss Hilly?
And, Lord, I worry she gonna be fat.
Honey, you hold on to it, to the bitter end.
See you tonight, honey.
None of this old stuff.
I'll cut you a piece of cake, baby. Go on, now.
I'm just gonna get your tea.
yes beryl trayalsial? what do you want? i want you to shut up and suit up and boxbosbutherette my flames up to my rutherthstanklookonks.
No, ma'am.
That's so good.
...everything I wrote, he wrote, everything he was is gonna die with him.
Why can't you just get Constantine to help?
Hey, hey, hey, all I'm saying
Aibileen, go check on Mae Mobley.
Neither.
I made you the egg and olive on rye, Miss Skeeter.
Yep. He dead.
Thank you.
What really happened?
Well, let's put my coat on then.
She would've written and told me.
...you is kind... ...you is kind...
you could just do William's taxes to pay her back.
And then me and you will go on down to the beach in a little while.
We need a dozen more.
I got some business to tend to, so y'all just mind your own.
So, a side to this never before heard?
Doesn't she look glowing, everybody?
Every day...
OK.
Am I gonna believe all them bad things
Don't panic. Don't panic.
if she could help with the Children's Benefit Ball.
Isn't that what all you girls from Ole Miss major in...
What you did?
She having bridge club right now. May I take a message?
Mae Mobley go, Mama.
to get started on those Miss Myrna letters.
Pass.
Put that on. Hurry!
Miss Leefolt still don't pick Baby Girl up but once a day.
...you is important. ...you is important.
Go on.
I don't know. At least a dozen.
You're making it hotter, flapping your arms like that, Minny.
He was just 24 years old, Miss Skeeter. Best part of a person's life.
No.
Oh, um, I can cook cornpone.
I'm sorry.
People move on, Skeeter.
I write an hour, sometimes two, every night.
OK, I will.
Aibileen, bridge club is in an hour. Did you finish the chicken salad?
I'm starved. Looks so good.
I can do grits.
No sass-mouthing...
No.
That's a hell of a risk to take in a place like Jackson, Mississippi.
Got to have paprika on them.
Ain't that right, Aibileen?