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!
Skeeter: You can't prove anything.
Hilly: Oh I 100% know you wrote it, 'cause nobody else in town is as tacky as you!
Skeeter: 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.
Skeeter: [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-!
Charlotte: [opens door before Hilly] Why, Hilly! Is everything okay, you two?
Hilly: Mrs. Phelan...
Charlotte: Hilly, you're a sweaty mess. Are you ill?
Hilly: No, ma'am...
Charlotte: [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.
Charlotte: You know, Hilly, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you've been eating too much pie.
Hilly: Mrs. Phelan, I...
Charlotte: 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]
Skeeter: You can't prove anything.
Hilly: Oh I 100% know you wrote it, 'cause nobody else in town is as tacky as you!
Skeeter: 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.
Skeeter: [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-!
Charlotte: [opens door before Hilly] Why, Hilly! Is everything okay, you two?
Hilly: Mrs. Phelan...
Charlotte: Hilly, you're a sweaty mess. Are you ill?
Hilly: No, ma'am...
Charlotte: [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.
Charlotte: You know, Hilly, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you've been eating too much pie.
Hilly: Mrs. Phelan, I...
Charlotte: 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]
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!
Skeeter : You can't prove anything.
Hilly : Oh I 100% know you wrote it, 'cause nobody else in town is as tacky as you!
Skeeter : 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.
Skeeter : [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-!
Charlotte : [opens door before Hilly] Why, Hilly! Is everything okay, you two?
Hilly : Mrs. Phelan...
Charlotte : Hilly, you're a sweaty mess. Are you ill?
Hilly : No, ma'am...
Charlotte : [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.
Charlotte : You know, Hilly, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you've been eating too much pie .
Hilly : Mrs. Phelan, I...
Charlotte : 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]
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