Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's like she vanished.
OFJOSEPH: Argh!
He has a daughter.
Did you ask your Martha about the Mackenzies?
Look who's home, Nichole.
Shh!
Thanks.
you do most of the cooking...
I mean, look...
BETH: Sorry about what I said earlier.
[indistinct radio chatter]
[creepy music]
You know, blowjob.
[bells ring in distance]
Cora,
You two...
Gilead's green, but...
and he sees June.
She's got family in Canada, though, right?
BETH: Just breathe.
and purpose.
Or hold her.
from this district.
[children playing and laughing]
ALMA: The Marthas don't trust us.
LAWRENCE: Beth?
‐ I've noticed. I can handle myself.
as always.
Look, everyone's timeline is different.
was last week.
I'm gonna get questioned.
‐ Follow‐up appointments, uh,
[vehicles honking]
‐ Uh, she's come to help polish the silver
OFJOSEPH: Guardians. We have to be quiet.
AUNT REBECCA: Do you need help with something?
Hey, come say "hi."
‐ She's just here for a while.
‐ Commander Lawrence.
‐ That is kind of you, Ofmatthew.
[Martha groaning] BETH: It's okay. Breathe.
I'm sorry.
[loader beeping]
‐ Right.
I wanna see how it works.
‐ Is that what you think?
...Emily.
‐ Chives!
Because it can be hard, right?
like it means something.
Why is there a stranger in my house?
Better?
‐ Thank you.
And...
‐ Thank you.
[gasps]
Cartilage doesn't heal as well as other tissue...
‐ Praise be.
[Martha crying]
LUKE: What? I'm just...
And they're gonna fucking kill her anyways!
[gasps]
She screamed.
Our records show that Ofjoseph's fertile time
[clears throat]
Who's in the basement?
[phone continues ringing]