Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Excuse me.
‐ I... I really shouldn't.
HANDMAIDS: Yes, Aunt Lydia.
Miss Clements' chili is famous.
‐ Okay.
because it's all been privatized,
‐ You're welcome.
And I picked out every color
HANDMAIDS: [chanting] Sinner.
Stop it! [Janine groaning]
I hope she's all right.
[both laugh]
who chooses another wicked,
[dragging finger across carpet]
‐ Assholes?
HANDMAID 2: Get down! Get down!
and colder now than it ever was.
Come on! Come on.
‐ And word will have gotten around
‐ It's okay.
[gasps]
Lydia Clements, everyone!
with Emily. ‐ Mmm.
‐ Oh... JIM: You're a natural.
LYDIA: Sure. It's no problem.
JUNE: I finally know how Ofglen felt.
I think it's about time
‐ Next Christmas, then.
AUNT LYDIA: Ah.
‐ Was I smart?
‐ I was going to say "men."
to protect Ryan.
‐ [stuttering] Well, it was just a second.
‐ Ofmatthew doesn't want her baby.
‐ Tell your friends to cool it.
‐ Mmm.
‐ Thank you, Aunt Lydia.
ALMA: What happened?
right before she stuck a knife
Why our Lord above
‐ I was married.
the endangerment of a child.
Breathe.
what our children would grow up to be.
JIM: I'd love to see you again.
I'm so sorry.
‐ Happy New Year, Jim.
And Commander Lawrence... [Ofmatthew whimpers]
for plotting a heinous crime,
She should have kept her fucking mouth shut.