Steel Magnolias
- PG
- Year:
- 1989
- 117 min
- 18,897 Views
1
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.
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.
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.
Annelle, I'd like
to introduce you
to the former first lady
of Chinquapin...
Mrs. Belcher.
Clairee, I'd like you
to meet Annelle.
I'm a little embarrassed.
I'm windblown.
I've just been to the dedication
of the new children's park.
Yeah.
How did that go?
Beautifully,
except Janice Van Meter
got hit with a baseball.
It was fabulous.
Was she hurt?
I doubt it.
She got hit in the head.
Janice Van Meter's
the current mayor's wife.
We hate her.
They named the new park
after Clairee's late husband.
This town is
so proud of her.
That's nice.
What's your
family name, dear?
Well, my married name
is Dupuy,
and I'm originally from Zwolle.
How nice.
Annelle, honey,
there's some towels
in the dryer.
Would you fold them
and bring them in?
Sure.
Thank you.
Sweet gal.
Where did you find her?
Yesterday, when Judy quit,
and told them
to send me a warm body.
Annelle was the valedictorian
of the hairdo class.
And I think there's a story there.
What makes you
say that?
Well, for starters,
she's married,
but she's living
over at Ruth Robeline's.
Alone.
I'd get to the bottom of this
if I were you...
if you have silverware
you'd like to keep.
I'm not worried.
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