Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

People move on, Skeeter.

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

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

Mae Mobley, you're going!

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

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

Don't panic. Don't panic.

Put that on. Hurry!

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

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

Mae Mobley go, Mama.

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

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

Oh, um, I can cook cornpone.

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

We need a dozen more.

Ain't no different than writing down my prayers.

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

I don't know. At least a dozen.

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

You scared the daylights out of me!

She would've written and told me.

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

That's so good.

So, a side to this never before heard?

to get started on those Miss Myrna letters.

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

See you tonight, honey.

I can do grits.

Doesn't she look glowing, everybody?

Got to have paprika on them.

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

I'd really like to interview you, Aibileen.

No sass-mouthing...

None of this old stuff.

I'm just gonna get your tea.

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

I'm starved. Looks so good.

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

I write an hour, sometimes two, every night.

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

This is a rejection letter.

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

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

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

But it's best for frying chicken.

I done something terrible awful to that woman,

...oh Lord, was they having babies.

- Who was that? - My mother.

Ain't that right, Aibileen?

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

Hey, hey, hey, all I'm saying

And, Lord, I worry she gonna be fat.

Well, let's put my coat on then.

What really happened?

Why can't you just get Constantine to help?

Give your mama a kiss.

Aibileen, go check on Mae Mobley.

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

Am I gonna believe all them bad things

Oh, she's just upset