Steel Magnolias

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Morning.

Good morning.

Morning.

Get your fingers

out of the icing.

Tommy Lee,

get your fingers

out of the frosting.

[Bang]

Wave those flags, son.

Get out of there!

Yeah!

Hit them again!

Get out of here!

Get out of them

trees, damn it!

Aah!

[Bang Bang]

Yeah! Get 'em!

Migrate south,

will you?

Mama.

Mama!

Three more radios

for you, Shelby.

Not now, Tommy.

Mama, this nail polish

is drying way too dark.

Practically paint my foot.

Looks like a stuck pig

bled all over my hands.

I'm sure I have

something that will do.

Oh, no.

It has

to be delicate.

If I don't

have something,

I will send your brothers

to get delicate pink

nail polish.

Mama, there's...

Just a minute.

Great idea, Mama.

I'd love to see what the boys

would pick out.

Delivery man!

Someone stop that truck!

Stop that...

Aah!

Don't put ice

down my back!

You should have

drowned them at birth.

Shelby.

See if you can get this.

Mama, my nails are wet.

Shelby.

Ma'am.

Would you look

at those, please?

Myrtle, hi.

[Bang]

Hold on, please.

I'm going to get you

right now!

[Bang]

Drum, sweetheart,

I'm on the phone!

[Bang]

Stop that now!

I can't hear myself think!

[Bang]

Myrtle, the champagne glasses,

they're all broken.

Help.

Spud!

[Television Plays]

Spud, turn off

that stupid television.

Get in here and finish

dyeing these easter eggs.

I ran out of stuff.

That's why God

invented the A&P.

I got to work

on the truck.

No. You got

to get the lead out.

Yes, ma'am.

I live to serve.

If those eggs are not

at the church by noon,

they don't get hidden.

[Door Slams]

Are you listening

to me, Spud?

Mrs. Jones?

Are you Annelle?

Oh, you sweet thing.

Come on in.

Excuse me.

And pick up my green dress

at the cleaners!

Am I interrupting

something?

No. I'm just screaming

at my husband.

I can do that anytime.

Please, call me Truvy.

Truvy. Thank you.

Mama, look at this.

This was in

the hall closet.

What is it?

Rubbers.

Tommy says

Jonathan's planning

to cover the honeymoon

getaway car with these.

Please stop him!

Keep your voice down.

Keep your voice...

Jonathan!

Boys, I want

to talk to you.

Tommy. Jonathan!

Tommy!

Jonathan, don't you

decorate your sister's car

with condoms!

It's tacky!

It's like talking

to a brick wall.

[Bang]

If he's trying

to drive me crazy,

it's too late.

There must be a better way

to get rid of those birds.

We could cut down

all our trees

or change

the migratory patterns

of North American birds.

You told him

to get rid of them.

I had no idea

he would alienate

the entire neighborhood.

The neighborhood

would be more alienated

if they got covered

in bird sh*t

at my reception.

Pretty talk.

You have to be so crude?

[Coughing]

Okay.

Oops.

I see a hole.

Yeah. I was hoping

you'd catch that.

It's a little bit pouffier

than I would normally do,

but I'm nervous.

Oh, I'm not worried

about that.

I usually wrap

my entire head in toilet paper

when I go to bed,

so it gets

pretty smooshed down

in that process, anyway.

In my class

at the trade school,

I was number one

in frosting

and streaking.

I did my own.

Really?

That's good.

And I can usually

spot a bottle job

at 20 paces.

Your technique

is really good.

Thanks.

I think your form and content

will improve with time.

So, best I can tell, young lady,

you've just landed yourself a job.

Oh! Great!

Oh, thank you!

Oh, thank you,

Miss Truvy.

No time for thanks

this morning.

We'll be busier than

a one-armed paper hanger.

Here.

Let me help you.

I got it.

You got hairs and fuzzies

all over you.

There's so much

static electricity

in this room,

I pick up everything

but boys and money.

Louie!

Louie, hold up.

I want you

to meet Annelle.

Hi.

She's taking Judy's place.

Swell.

Louie, take out the garbage!

Can't!

Late.

What did you

hire her for?

Our son.

We're so proud of him.

Annelle, honey,

what do you say

we talk some trash?

Okay.

I am so excited.

I can't believe

it's happening.

I'm a beautician.

Ah-ah-ah.

Glamour technician.

Glamour technician.

And I'll have you know

you are working

in the most successful shop

in this town.

I have a strict philosophy

that I have stuck to

for 15 years...

There is no such thing

as natural beauty.

You remember that,

or we're all out of a job.

Look at me.

It takes some effort

to look like this.

Oh, I can see that.

How long

have you been in town?

A few weeks.

New in town.

It must be exciting

being in a new place.

I wouldn't know.

I've lived here all my life.

Well, tell me things

about yourself.

There's

nothing to tell.

I live here.

I've got a job now.

That's it.

Can I borrow

these back issues

of Southern Hair?

Sure. Take them.

It is essential

to stay abreast

of the latest styles.

I'm glad

to see your interest.

Well, you must live close by.

At least in walking distance.

I didn't see a car.

I don't have a car.

I've been staying

across the river

at Robeline's

boarding house.

That's quite a walk.

Ruth Robeline.

Now there is a story for you.

She is a troubled,

twisted soul.

Her whole life has been

an experiment in terror.

Her husband got killed

in World War II.

Then her son got killed

in Vietnam.

When it comes to suffering,

she is right up there

with Elizabeth Taylor.

I had no idea.

[Horn Honks]

Hello, Clairee!

Good morning.

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