Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Special occasion.
LYDIA: I've tried.
of the good I can do.
just because I bring you a drink
is destroying her.
[muffled screaming]
I swear I want her!
‐ I was thinking about you last night.
[soft muzak]
HANDMAIDS: [chanting] Exhale.
The Wives and Aunts, too,
Oh, God! Oh!
HANDMAIDS: [chanting] Exhale.
[indistinct radio chatter]
‐ [chuckles] Yes.
NOELLE: I know.
["Whatever Will Be, Will Be" by Doris Day]
so I just, I got scared.
something.
shame on you.
You're killing her.
Aunt Lydia.
[whimpers]
‐ You look lovely. LYDIA: Thank you so much.
ALMA: Ofmatthew,
‐ He's hungry.
And Hannah is gone.
LYDIA: How are you? ‐ Good.
AUNT LYDIA: That's exactly right.
‐ I got held up at work.
and you deserve that.
without that warmth
AGENT: And there's a long list
‐ Okay.
‐ That's what she packed for his lunch.
my wife passed almost three years ago, so...
it is advised to stay on the main roadways.
SECURITY: Ma'am!
One of whom was married.
They need someone quiet.
‐ Mmm‐mmm.
RYAN: Are we studying me right now in school?
♪ With a fine‐tooth comb ♪
I mean, the system now is better
OFMATTHEW: I saw you
‐ In your selfishness,
You fucking bitch!
LYDIA: Keep thinking of questions
‐ A night out? Yeah.
[sorrowful music]
[Aunt Lydia blows whistle]
‐ Okay. ‐ Mmm‐hmm.
SECURITY: Ma'am! Ma'am. NOELLE: That's never... She doesn't...
[Lawrence sighs]
Mr. Thorne.
Breathe.
I just mean, um...
before the Waterfords.
And Ofmatthew is pregnant.
[shrieking]