Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Martha whimpering]

‐ It's coming right now, sir.

She's going deeper in.

CORA: Did they follow you? BETH: Get her to the basement.

Is there anyone we can call?

‐ Oh, so you know her work?

AUNT LYDIA: You shut your mouth!

‐ What did you do?

‐ I am Ofjoseph.

They only had golden beets.

[Luke chuckles]

Someone'll come for you.

Pushed her in front of a bus.

And you're right to be scared.

a bit better, Aunt Lydia.

I'm not going with you.

I'd like to look at your room.

too many chemicals.

He looks at you,

We're all fucked up,

[Nichole cries]

you're supposed to go next? ALISON: Yeah.

DR. PHILLIPS: Yeah, it's a little high

‐ Yeah, it's not like it matters.

[Luke smacks his lips]

She's a lot stronger than me.

OFJOSEPH: Lawrence is in the parlor.

I‐‐ I should've asked.

those Marthas...

‐ I convinced him.

[children playing in background]

A routine visit to see how our girl

Let her have it.

‐ It's avascular.

[indistinct radio chatter]

‐ You're not gonna be any trouble, are you?

‐ Lawrence sent her away.

[cattle prod buzzes] ‐ Ow!

[Eleanor clears throat]

[Luke exhales] MOIRA: Oh.

OFJOSEPH: Not through the house.

WATERFORD: God has made me master

BETH: Marthas are sinners, too,

gossiping at...

What's going on?

of your property right now.

You've certainly bounced back,

out of acute care.

JUNE: No Handmaids.