Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Separate but equal

Lache moi stppp

Oh, Lord, Leroy gonna kill me.

I lost my own boy, Treelore, four years ago.

Shut that goddamn door

And this Miss Myrna thing isn't going to work out with Aibileen.

Maybe you just want to get Aibileen in trouble.

Nice to have your own. Isn't it, Aibileen?

You know, last time I had an almond, I stopped liking men.

He fell carrying two-by-fours at the mill.

Please open your Bibles to Exodus.

Take that off. It's 98 degrees out there.

The main house has five beds and baths,

Hi, how are you? Good to see you.

Hi, Missus Walters.

Minny don't burn chicken.

Yule Mae, I wanted to talk to you about something.

See, Minny about the best cook in Mississippi,

Double Old Kentucky, straight with a water back. Make that two backs.

I was thinking that we wouldn't have to tell her.

I'm right here, Baby Girl.

She can't take a hint, can she?

No man and no babies.

You drunk up two glasses of grape juice. I know you got to tee-tee.

Where you headed?

is to be prepared to put yourself in harm's way

What you doing hiding out here, girl?

You should have seen his face.

I'll do whatever it takes to protect our children.

Got a squeaky door hinge? Guden!

Oh, my Lord. I am not eloquent.

They all too scared. Think we crazy.

Skeeter, your mother is sick. She wants to see you in this dress.

The Shinalator. All the way from New York City.

and in 20 years, those children become the boss.

You two give me the heart palpitations.

Did you know that she had quit us?

But to y'all, it's just another day of bridge.

You, uh... cooking something?

Miss Myrna has gone shit-house crazy on us.

Are we in Biloxi, Minny?

And Miss Hilly Holbrook.

You'll thank me one day.

except for maybe writing one.

After my boy died, a bitter seed was planted inside of me.

I can get my point across a lot better writing them down.

- Sorry I'm late. - Hey.

What does it feel like to raise a white child

Do you have other maids that are interested?

No ass-mouthing! I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream

What does it feel like to raise a white child

this place would be wall-to-wall white carpet with gold trim.

you two give me heart palpitations

Minny got her some stories, sure enough,

I ain't telling nobody.

Hold on, Missus Walters. Hold on.