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as exemplified by our Lord Jesus Christ,

Constantine quit us.

Well, certainly not in Mississippi, the birthplace of modern-day government.

Forgive me, Lord, but I'm gonna have to kill that woman, Aibileen.

I'll have it in there real soon.

Damn girl.. Don’t you have fun?

don't burn chickens

I already have a maid.

This isn't about me.

Write that down.

I need to see you square on at all times.

- I'm pregnant now. - Oh.

I know Constantine. We're in church circle together.

- I'll take the truck. - It's hooked up to the motor grader.

That's Aibee's bathroom, Mama. Hey, Aibee!

Gonna be eating for two. That's double the cooking.

Thank you, Aibileen.

We promised the Cadillac to Carlton and Rebecca tonight,

And just what makes you think coloured people need your help?

Now Miss Leefolt pregnant with her second baby.

I'm looking for some help at my house. Do you know any maids looking?

Writing for The Jackson Journal.

Let me at least get you some bus money.

- Yes. - Oh, and Hilly's devilled eggs.

And God tells us,

I'm sorry. This is the first time I've hired a maid.

Is that Preacher Green's sermon?

That's what Ross Barnett says, and you can't argue with the governor.

Charlotte Phelan, dead! Her daughter, still single.

I didn't think so, honey.

Damn girl, don’t you have any fun

I am slow of speech and slow of tongue.

This was just so great.

but they can't even use the toilets in our houses.

Who's Celia Foote?

You know I'm not gonna be his type.

My first white baby to ever look after

I'll be back tomorrow, Aibileen,

And you know she will!

I'd like to write something from the point of view of the help.

I know how to get them babies to sleep, stop crying and go in the toilet bowl

I was rude, and I've been thinking about it a lot.

I'm watching my story.

You got bags under your eyes.

Hurry, Aibileen! Mae Mobley is up, and I'm off to the doctor!

I don't see why not.

That's so good.

Now you're not one of them, is you?

Baby Girl still gotta wear a diaper when she sleep at night.

Well, if it isn't Long Haul Skeeter.

Oh, for crying out loud, it’s just a little rain!

Lord... I pray this child turn out good.