Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

OFJOSEPH: What happened? [Martha whimpering]
She's the one who's hurt, sir.
OFMATTHEW: My mistress said she wasn't even a Martha
‐ Yeah. [Nichole sputters]
[somber music]
‐ Yes.
I've been praying for the Waterfords, too.
Okay. Okay.
‐ Good luck.
I'd leave the Marthas alone.
Shit. Get down!
So f they're not there by 3:00, the application's rejected.
[Nichole coos]
GUARDIAN 1: Keep going.
They should take an eye when they catch her.
‐ Green onions would've worked in this, by the way.
I can't imagine what came over Ofjoseph.
Commercial laundries,
‐ Same someone who was here earlier?
OFJOSEPH: I've heard worse.
[scoffs]
It's me.
‐ Sir, we had no idea
‐ Go get the fucking potatoes.
‐ Ofrobert, did you see?
‐ I'm working on it.
Asking for too much,
I got this.
I totally got my shit together.
‐ You can't wait with me?
"They also serve who stand and wait,"
BETH: Yeah. Through there to the right.
it can't be bad as all that now.
...in hand,
[sniffs]
Just the green part,
[lenses clicking]
[clicking]
BETH: Stay out of sight and keep quiet.
I'll see if I can find a Guardian
‐ Rita would never let me help.
What's wrong?
[groans]
‐ Who are you?
Still here.
‐ Hardly.
OFMATTHEW: Blessed be the fruit.
BETH: If I walk back alone,
haven't you?
‐ I don't like...
[grunts]
[shoveling dirt with trowel]
GUARDIAN 2: Have your passes ready.
ALISON: Shh... Breathe slowly.
I've gotta go to the lawyer's
[indistinct chatter]
Just after.
[aunt Lydia grunts]
‐ I can't.
Shh! Come on! [whimpering]
[baby cooing]
‐ Those Guardians can get an ambulance
CORA: Yes. What's going on?