The Help2011

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? You hear 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.