We love them and they love us, but they can't even use the toilets in our houses. The Help
Sorry I'm late. We didn't ever think you'd leave old miss. It'd just take four years Jolene.
I got a job today, writing for the Jackson Journal. Great. You can write my obituary. Charlotte Phelan, dead. Her daughter, still single.
Does this dress look handmade? I reckon when you finish it won't. Thank you! She looked like the winning horse of the Kentucky Derby.
I drafted the home house sanitation initiative. The what? A bill that requires every white home to have a separate bathroom for the help. Maybe you should just build you a bathroom outside, Hilly.
Minny? Hey Aibileen. Hey Minny. Um-m.
These women raise white children. We love them and they love us. But they can't even use the toilets in our houses.
Minny, are you in there? You are fired!
You said to write about what disturbs me. Particularly if it bothers no one else. I like to write something from the point of view of the help. I want to interview you. No maid is ever gonna tell you the truth. That's a hell of a risk to take in Jackson, Mississippi.
Courage isn't just about being brave. It's about overcoming fear and daring to do what is right for your fellow man.
Who sees your mind? God. And Miss Hilly Holbrook.
I'm gonna help with your stories. We all are.
Y’all brought me into this. But I'm gonna finish it.