Hilly They carry different diseases than we do. That's why I've drafted the Home Health Sanitation Initiative.
Hilly A disease-preventative bill that requires every white home to have a separate bathroom for the colored help. It's been endorsed by the White Citizen's Council.
Maybe we should just build you a bathroom outside, Hilly.
Hilly You ought not to joke about the colored situation. I will do whatever it takes to protect our children.
Hilly [the terrible awful]
So. Nobody wanted to hire a sass-mouthin', thievin' nigra- did they? Oh, pie's as good as always, Minny.
Hilly [Missus Walters comes into the room and heads for the bar to prepare a drink]
If... I take you back, I'll have to cut your pay five dollars a week.
Hilly What do you put in here that makes it taste so good?
That good vanilla from Mexico... [forces a smile] And... something else real special.
[Missus Walters grabs a plate and reaches for the pie.] [quickly intervening]
No, no no, Missus Walters. That Miss Hilly's special pie.
Hilly Momma can have a piece. [Minny doesn't respond; Hilly huffs in annoyance and shoves the pie at her] Cut her one! Go get a plate!
[Minny fumes; she slaps a hand on the table and stares straight at Hilly]
Eat my shit.
Hilly What'd you say?
I said eat... my... shit.
Hilly Have you lost your mind?
No, ma'am. But you is about to. 'Cause you just did.
[a beat; Mrs. Walters starts laughing, realizing what Minny means, and Hilly gags and runs from the room]
And you didn't just have one, you had two slices! [Minny hurries out of the house] Run, Minny, run!
Hilly [confronting Skeeter at her house about the book]
I've contacted my lawyer, Hibbie Goodman! He's the best libel attorney in the state. Oh missy, you are goin' to jail!
You can't prove anything.
Hilly Oh I 100% know you wrote it, 'cause nobody else in town is as tacky as you!
You don't know anything, Hilly!
Hilly [shoving Skeeter]
Oh, I DON'T, do I?! You tell Aibileen that the next time she wants to write about my dear friend Elizabeth - uh huh, remember her, had you in her wedding? - let's just say, Aibileen ought to have been a little bit smarter before puttin' in about that L-shaped scratch in poor Elizabeth's dining table. And that **** Minny... do I have plans for her.
[calmly]
Careful Hilly, that's Chapter Twelve. Don't give yourself away now.
Hilly That was NOT ME!!! [storms over to the front door] I've come to tell your mother what a hippie you've become! She's going to be disgusted by you-!
[opens door before Hilly]
Why, Hilly! Is everything okay, you two?
Hilly Mrs. Phelan...
Hilly, you're a sweaty mess. Are you ill?
Hilly No, ma'am...
[referring to the cold sore on Hilly's face]
Darlin', oh, no husband wants to come home and see that.
Hilly Oh... I didn't have time to get it fixed up.
You know, Hilly, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you've been eating too much pie.
Hilly Mrs. Phelan, I...
In fact, I'm sure of it. Now you get your raggedy ass off my porch. Go on. Get off my property! NOW! Before we all get one of those disgusting things on our lips!
[Hilly, stunned, obeys and drives off]