Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Apple.
MOIRA: Hi, baby girl.
for a Bearnaise sauce.
[breathing heavily]
He'll probably be there for a while.
Then she's gone.
ERIN: Emily?
[sinister music]
‐ You know what helps with those arteries?
Stay in this room.
‐ And thanks.
[fussing]
Pelvic ultrasound and pap look good, too.
OFJOSEPH: May I see you out, Aunt Lydia?
[fussing]
for your meeting.
All right, go on. Get outta here.
let's go.
[Beth sighs]
‐ I thought you said steak.
and a little less.
What's up?
‐ All right, Chef Mansplainer.
in this house any time soon.
Yeah. Oh‐oh.
‐ That's all?
‐ May the Lord open.
Shit! Fuck!
‐ May the Lord open.
Uh, all your blood work came back normal.
LUKE: No, I didn't mind.
‐ Right.
Worse?
[train whistles in the distance]
BETH: We'll lose the opportunity.
DR. PHILLIPS: That's it.