[the terrible awful]
So. Nobody wanted to hire a sass-mouthin', thievin' nigra- did they? Oh, pie's as good as always, Minny.
I'm glad you like it.
[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.
Take me back?
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.
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!
What'd you say?
I said eat... my... shit.
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!
