Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

to raise your daughter, Hannah,
‐ Are you okay?
Will you read it to me?
WOMAN: Hi, baby! ‐ Baby's first protest!
‐ Stop her!
SYLVIA: What?
‐ You can't blame Aunt Lydia for that.
‐ Aren't you cold?
on that bridge that day.
NAOMI: Wait.
‐ Maybe later. SYLVIA: Do you want?
[crying]
Poor Naomi.
‐ Quick change.
‐ Her best?
OLIVER: Mom?
Thank you.
‐ I'd hate to be a distraction.
But we must never forget
Charades.
[Angela wails]
[soft harp music]
have given us God's children.
Yeah.
‐ That's you.
[door opens]
[door closes]
HANDMAID: Under His eye.
‐ Ms. Currie?
BOTH: We do.
those He has blessed.
CROWD: Chi‐town, we're with you!
LEAH: Hello, sweet face.
PRIEST: and of the Son...
than he ever did at Mass.
The deviled eggs are delicious.
CONGREGATION: We do.
‐ Yeah. ‐ Okay?
[sighs]
ignited...
and to keep God's commandments
‐ Um...
WATERFORD: Former Handmaid.
PRIEST: I baptize you
Sweet angel.
‐ Half of them didn't.
Blessed day.
With its smooth teeth..."
Isn't that what you all want?
[baby cries]