Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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