Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I knew it was a mistake.
‐ You're helping her escape?
CORA: Not my problem.
[cries out]
...children.
[door opens]
And he does make a great pie.
God bless our labors.
‐ June was big on the fish.
‐ Okay.
[indistinct chatter]
They made it.
Not green onions.
Play with her!
Sir.
Cora, get the door.
‐ Did you hear Ofjohn died?
you should be on the wall!
‐ [scoffs] Fantastic.
We're talking to all the households in the area
‐ Someone's hurt. [banging on door]
[indistinct radio chatter]
[beeping]
So ungrateful.
‐ Joseph? Is everything all right?
CORA: Forget it.
AUNT ELIZABETH: You've got a new posting.
People are difficult.
‐ Two.
uh, go get us some more potatoes?
A shredder.
Put your hand here. ‐ Okay.
‐ It's okay. She's just trying to stop the bleeding.
CORA: Parlor.
[voice fading] Better?
Worse?
The Americans are about to lose Chicago.
LUKE: [stuttering] You know... I...
Confusing her like this.
‐ Women like you are like...
GUARDIAN 2: No loitering!
or work...
She's, uh...
It's what we use to keep 'em soft.
Um,
[in a sweet voice] We're all fucked up,
MOIRA: It's your big sister we talking about.
It turns out I have high cholesterol so...
I can't take her to the new one
BETH: Okay.
Worse?
[grunts]
‐ Ah, have you found her...
‐ Who's "we?" ‐ Marthas. Go!
‐ My name's Alison, sir.
EMILY: Three.
OFJOSEPH: Mmm.
‐ That must've been some blowjob.
‐ Really?
or thorns.