Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

‐ Are there any invitations I can politely decline?
‐ I kept the border open...
[all screaming]
‐ "The plateau being somewhat tilted toward the west,
No. We’re going home. Where’s your coat?
[optimistic music]
‐ All right.
‐ Will God still love me then?
PUTNAM: For we did not save her troubled soul.
MARK: Mrs. Waterford,
[dramatic music]
Went a long way in those woods, huh?
SERENA: No, wait! I’m sorry! Wait a second!
‐ I... helped maintain decorum.
what a strong woman looks like, sir.
GUARDIAN 2: Move!
[indistinct whispering]
is not a contest, it's a responsibility.
[vehicle approaching]
‐ You have a meeting.
AUNT LYDIA: Back to your duties.
that would put your friends in danger, would you?
I will.
[emotional music]
[indistinct chatter]
RITA: Come on, come on. Hurry, hurry, hurry!
GUARDIAN 1: Move it!
MARK: Not yet. You're fine.
‐ Amelia. ‐ Amelia. Thank you.
OFJOSEPH: Hmm?
"...here dotted with single pines,
♪ Till my hand shook ♪
OFJOSEPH: Trouble?
near Lexington.
Your June.
[gasps]
Amen.
It's okay.
Thank you.
[Handmaids grunting] [glass shattering]
to a land flowing with milk and honey.
‐ Here you go. Go ahead.
to the Lawrence House after sunset.
[gasping]
‐ I want in.
don't you?
AUNT LYDIA: It's in your own best interest, Ofjoseph,
Frances.