The Help Quotes

Constantine Jefferson: What you doin' hiding out here, girl?
Eugenia 'Skeeter' Phelan: I just couldn't tell mama I didn't get invited to the dance.
Constantine Jefferson: That's all right. Some things we just got to keep to ourselves.
Eugenia 'Skeeter' Phelan: The boys say I'm ugly. Mama was the third

runner-up in the Miss South Carolina pageant...
Constantine Jefferson: Now you quit feeling sorry for yourself. Now that's ugly. Ugly is something that grows up from inside you. It's mean and hurtful, like them boys. Now you not one of them, is you?
[Skeeter shakes her head]
Constantine Jefferson: I didn't think so, honey. Every day you're not

dead in the ground, when you wake up in the morning, you're gonna have to make some decisions. Got to ask yourself this question: "Am I gonna believe all them bad things them fools say about me today?" You hear me? "Am I gonna believe all them bad things them fools say about me today?" All right? As for your mama, she didn't pick her life. It picked her. But you, you're gonna do something big with

yours. You wait and see.

Hilly Holbrook: Maybe I can't send you to jail for what you wrote, but I can send you for being a thief.
Aibileen Clark: I know something about you. Don't you forget that. From what Yule Mae says, there's a lot of time to write letters in jail. Plenty of time to write the truth about you. And the paper is free.
Hilly Holbrook: Nobody

will believe what you wrote!
Aibileen Clark: I don't know. I been told I'm a pretty good writer, already sold a lot of books!

[last lines]
Aibileen Clark: In just ten minutes, the only life I knew was done.
Mae Mobley: [calling after her through the window] A-a-a-aibee!
Aibileen Clark: God says we need to love our enemies. It hard to do. But it can start by telling the truth. No one had ever asked me what it feel like to be me. Once I told the truth

about that, I felt free. And I got to thinking about all the people I know. And the things I seen and done. My boy Trelaw always said we gonna have a writer in the family one day. I guess it's gonna be me.

[Minny and Celia are discussing Celia's husband]
Minny Jackson: Now I ain't messin' around no more. Now Mr. Johnny gonna catch me here and shoot me dead, right here on this no-wax floor. You gots to tell him. Ain't he wondering how the cooking's so good?
Celia Foote: You're right.
[She looks at the fried chicken leg she's eating]

Celia Foote: Maybe we oughta burn the chicken a little.
Minny Jackson: Minny don't burn chicken.

[first lines]
Aibileen Clark: I was born 1911, Chicksaw County, Piedmont Plantation.
Woman: And did you know as a girl growing up that one day you'd be a maid?
Aibileen Clark: Yes ma'am, I did.
Woman: And you knew that because...
Aibileen Clark: My mama was a maid. My grandmama

was a house slave.
Woman: [whispering as she writes down] "house slave..." Did you ever dream of being something else?
Aibileen Clark: [nods yes]
Woman: What does it feel like to raise a white child when your own child's at home being looked after by somebody else?

Johnny Foote: Listen, Celia finally told me about the babies. All of them. But I also know that the minute you started working here, she started getting better. You saved her life.
Minny Jackson: You mean, you knew I'd been working here this whole time?
Johnny Foote: Fried chicken and okra the first night? I mean, you all could have

at least put some cornpone on the table.
Minny Jackson: No, I can't let you eat no more cornpone, Mr. Johnny.
Johnny Foote: Well, thanks to you, now I've have to let out every pair of pants I own.

Celia Foote: There you are! I'm starved. Looks so good!
[sits down with Minny to have lunch]
Minny Jackson: We done been over this, Miss Celia. You're supposed to eat in the dining room, that's how it works. Here, let me take your plate back.
Celia Foote: [assertively, yet with respect, holding her plate] I'm fine right here,

Minny.

Minny Jackson: [Johnny's escorted Minny to the house where Celia has an elegant meal on the table] What's this?
Celia Foote: [proudly] I cooked it all by myself.
Johnny Foote: Yes she did. She was up all night.
Celia Foote: I wanted to do something special. I wanted to say thank you.
Minny

Jackson: So, I ain't losing my job?
Celia Foote: [shaking her head in surprise] No.
Johnny Foote: You have a job here for the rest of your life. If you want it.
Minny Jackson: [smiles in acceptance] That's a mile high meringue, Miss Celia?