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if she could help with the Children's Benefit Ball.

And then me and you will go on down to the beach in a little while.

Sorry, Miss Eugenia, I'll get you another one.

Ain't no different than writing down my prayers.

...everything I wrote, he wrote, everything he was is gonna die with him.

I'm just gonna get your tea.

Why can't you just get Constantine to help?

that requires every white home to have a separate bathroom for the coloured help.

Ain't that right, Aibileen?

Am I gonna believe all them bad things

Then she say, Oh, Minny, I'm gonna give you a paid vacation.

I'll cut you a piece of cake, baby. Go on, now.

I got some business to tend to, so y'all just mind your own.

Mae Mobley, you're going!

Well, let's put my coat on then.

Isn't that what all you girls from Ole Miss major in...

to get started on those Miss Myrna letters.

You're making it hotter, flapping your arms like that, Minny.

I write an hour, sometimes two, every night.

I made you the egg and olive on rye, Miss Skeeter.

That's so good.

Oh, she's just upset

And, Lord, I worry she gonna be fat.

I'm starved. Looks so good.

People move on, Skeeter.

Got to have paprika on them.

Aibileen, go check on Mae Mobley.

...you is important. ...you is important.

That's a hell of a risk to take in a place like Jackson, Mississippi.

I don't know. At least a dozen.

yes beryl trayalsial? what do you want? i want you to shut up and suit up and boxbosbutherette my flames up to my rutherthstanklookonks.

Don't panic. Don't panic.

I'd really like to interview you, Aibileen.

Hey, hey, hey, all I'm saying

you could just do William's taxes to pay her back.

This is a rejection letter.

So, a side to this never before heard?

Give your mama a kiss.

Doesn't she look glowing, everybody?

Oh, um, I can cook cornpone.

See you tonight, honey.

None of this old stuff.

I done something terrible awful to that woman,

I can do grits.

What really happened?

Miss Leefolt still don't pick Baby Girl up but once a day.

Aibileen, bridge club is in an hour. Did you finish the chicken salad?

But it's best for frying chicken.

...you is kind... ...you is kind...

which son can go if we don't come up with the money.

Mae Mobley go, Mama.

Honey, you hold on to it, to the bitter end.

You scared the daylights out of me!

No sass-mouthing...

Put that on. Hurry!

- Who was that? - My mother.

She would've written and told me.

We need a dozen more.

She having bridge club right now. May I take a message?

...oh Lord, was they having babies.

He was just 24 years old, Miss Skeeter. Best part of a person's life.