Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

‐ Who's "we?" ‐ Marthas. Go!
We're talking to all the households in the area
MOIRA: It's your big sister we talking about.
‐ It's okay. She's just trying to stop the bleeding.
CORA: Forget it.
[in a sweet voice] We're all fucked up,
CORA: Not my problem.
LUKE: [stuttering] You know... I...
A shredder.
It turns out I have high cholesterol so...
Cora, get the door.
[indistinct radio chatter]
BETH: Okay.
‐ Did you hear Ofjohn died?
or thorns.
‐ [scoffs] Fantastic.
It's what we use to keep 'em soft.
God bless our labors.
‐ My name's Alison, sir.
CORA: Parlor.
you should be on the wall!
Sir.
AUNT ELIZABETH: You've got a new posting.
And he does make a great pie.
So ungrateful.
...children.
Worse?
or work...
‐ Two.
I knew it was a mistake.
They made it.
[voice fading] Better?
Worse?
‐ Okay.
She's, uh...
‐ Really?
Not green onions.
‐ June was big on the fish.
Play with her!
Put your hand here. ‐ Okay.
‐ Women like you are like...
‐ That must've been some blowjob.
People are difficult.
[door opens]
‐ Joseph? Is everything all right?
[grunts]
I can't take her to the new one
EMILY: Three.
[beeping]
The Americans are about to lose Chicago.
OFJOSEPH: Mmm.
[cries out]
‐ You're helping her escape?
[indistinct chatter]
Confusing her like this.
GUARDIAN 2: No loitering!
uh, go get us some more potatoes?
‐ Someone's hurt. [banging on door]
Um,
‐ Ah, have you found her...