Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There.
[indistinct radio chatter]
SERENA: Is it time to go back in?
RITA: [whispers] Come on, come on. Go.
GUARDIAN 2: Shut the fuck up!
[Lawrence sighs]
WOMAN: Stand by.
‐ Well, it’s like things were before Gilead.
LAWRENCE: The girl has to go home.
LAWRENCE: I made a regretful exit.
‐ Daddy's busy on his book.
[Waterford sighs]
[grim music]
‐ You forced your driver to impregnate Ms. Osborn
[June shouts]
I swear to God I will.
[alarm blaring]
Before us, over the tree‐tops,
from the hand of evil men,
Come on. But I have to get you inside.
Get your shoes on, peanut. We’re going home.
MOIRA: My God.
LUKE: Good job!
It's all right. Come on down.
BETH: Five miles maybe.
Quietly.
Escort a kid. Whatever.
Thorough.
There we go.
[suspenseful music]
[gun firing]
RITA: Go. Go.
comes privileges.
We will move in darkness.
‐ You can’t.
BETH: Let her go.
And I am come to deliver them
LAWRENCE: 'There are three tall trees' said he..."
‐ Go in grace, Commander Lawrence.
BETH: Guys, keep quiet and go. Quick as you can.
[engine revving]
You must have maps around here.
SERENA: Thank you.
Let's get you out of here.
‐ Ofjoseph. What was that all about?
‐ Don’t fucking touch me!
My name is Moira.
AUNT LYDIA: But popularity
LAWRENCE: Praise be.
SIENNA: We could walk.
Listen. You have to help me.
Maggie, if you try to run,
MARK: I know. It's...
clit cut off...
‐ Busy morning.
I am not sending her back
No, listen, listen.
Promise.
MOIRA: Okay. We need to be ready for anything, guys!
No.
There are Guardians everywhere. Hi!
Your law library is excellent.
Serious crimes committed by my wife.