Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I gots plenty stories, Miss Skeeter.

You not knowing that is what's scaring me the most.

OK, Miss Phelan, let's see what you got.

I want to interview you about what it's like to work as a maid.

Looks like frosting.

I've never seen you out of uniform before.

Well, aren't you a genius? You figured out my whole scheme.

Get back into they house, polish the silver.

george i told ya not to have a party and crack your knuckles and fall on the cake! boing good riddance faye you shaleriol varityshombalek!

Articles? Miss Phelan, it's a cleaning advice column.

After that, I just didn't want to live no more.

The other maids would have to keep it a secret, too.

I'm Minny Jackson.

That's not working for free. That's paying off a debt.

Boys, we'll be right back. Y'all talk about quarterbacks or something.

All right, then. Well, bye!

so William's cousin will just have to come pick you up himself.

Separate, but equal.

- Morning. - Hi.

But our Christmas benefit, however, is right on schedule. Mary Beth?

We gots to talk about some things first.

To Skeeter and her job.

Eighteen people died in Jackson that day.

so just forget it.

Back here, honey!

Elizabeth, can I talk to Aibileen?

I dropped out of school to help Mama with the bills.

and now she know what I done.

OK. It's Celia Foote.

I'm sorry you had to hear that.

I know it's scary.

I want you to read her past columns.

- I'm down. - Ooh.

White folks like to do they own spanking.

Last stop till marriage.

I read the other day about how some girls get unbalanced.

Reading this stuff?

Nobody is gonna know the damn difference.

We were just a job to her, honey. With them, it's all about money.

We love them and they love us,

But not Miss Skeeter.

I reckon when you finish it won't.

I'm starting to think this Stuart is a figment of your imagination,

Not exactly. See, Miss Stein thought...

Can I take the Cadillac?

Now she gone to putting pencil marks on my toilet paper.

Sunday’s are for hugging

Who sent you, William or Hilly?

Mm, I love me some fried chicken.

- No! What? - We've got to get dressed.