Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

‐ Ofjoseph. What was that all about?
There we go.
‐ Well, it’s like things were before Gilead.
It's all right. Come on down.
LAWRENCE: Praise be.
SERENA: Is it time to go back in?
My name is Moira.
MOIRA: My God.
Your law library is excellent.
MARK: I know. It's...
[grim music]
‐ Don’t fucking touch me!
comes privileges.
There are Guardians everywhere. Hi!
I am not sending her back
Maggie, if you try to run,
clit cut off...
[gun firing]
Get your shoes on, peanut. We’re going home.
[engine revving]
[suspenseful music]
[June shouts]
GUARDIAN 2: Shut the fuck up!
Come on. But I have to get you inside.
Serious crimes committed by my wife.
BETH: Five miles maybe.
[alarm blaring]
We will move in darkness.
‐ Daddy's busy on his book.
RITA: Go. Go.
AUNT LYDIA: But popularity
I swear to God I will.
WOMAN: Stand by.
[Lawrence sighs]
Before us, over the tree‐tops,
LUKE: Good job!
BETH: Guys, keep quiet and go. Quick as you can.
LAWRENCE: 'There are three tall trees' said he..."
No, listen, listen.
‐ Busy morning.
[Waterford sighs]
Let's get you out of here.
Quietly.
LAWRENCE: I made a regretful exit.
There.
‐ Go in grace, Commander Lawrence.
Thorough.
BETH: Let her go.
And I am come to deliver them
Promise.
SERENA: Thank you.
‐ You forced your driver to impregnate Ms. Osborn
from the hand of evil men,
[indistinct radio chatter]
SIENNA: We could walk.
You must have maps around here.
MOIRA: Okay. We need to be ready for anything, guys!
No.
‐ You can’t.
Listen. You have to help me.
Escort a kid. Whatever.
RITA: [whispers] Come on, come on. Go.
LAWRENCE: The girl has to go home.