Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Do you have anything for burns?
BOY: Hey!
JUNE: I used to be bad at waiting.
Let's go!
We should go now.
Uh...
can you please clean that up?
[footsteps approaching]
‐ Yeah, I gotta, uh...
and God only knows what he did to her.
GUARDIAN 2: Move it!
OPTOMETRIST: Better now...
I can't leave without her.
‐ Their poor sweet baby,
That was all him.
‐ They get her, she talks.
[Ofjoseph weeps]
‐ Oh, I don't know about that.
I know you feel bad. We all do,
[beep]
Any pain?
Lay her down.
Some of you are shallow‐rooted.
No swelling or discharge.
OPTOMETRIST: Three or four?
LAWRENCE: Cora? BETH: Shit.
to see if you noticed anything amiss tonight.
I can take this.
Are you okay?
Come here. It's okay.
[indistinct chatter]
‐ Lydia's here checking up on us.
Go on. Get out of here.
but she knew what could happen.
Everything's already set up.
LUKE: Hey.
OFJOSEPH: Come on!
‐ High school chemistry teacher.
You wanna try? [doorbell rings]
LAWRENCE: Beth!
about my wife!
BETH: June, come on.
‐ Thank you.
‐ I'm sorry. ‐ Shh!
It's okay. It's okay!
[hammer pounding metal, chainsaw whirling]
Messages, black‐market stuff, sometimes.
‐ Casey had her baby.
NARRATOR: Previously on The Handmaid's Tale...
[sighs]
‐ I will keep our soldiers in my prayers.