Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

CORA: Yes. What's going on?
BETH: Stay out of sight and keep quiet.
[somber music]
‐ Good luck.
ALISON: Shh... Breathe slowly.
[sniffs]
"They also serve who stand and wait,"
She's the one who's hurt, sir.
it can't be bad as all that now.
What's wrong?
Shh! Come on! [whimpering]
[grunts]
GUARDIAN 2: Have your passes ready.
‐ I can't.
BETH: If I walk back alone,
[clicking]
Asking for too much,
[aunt Lydia grunts]
I'll see if I can find a Guardian
‐ I don't like...
haven't you?
‐ Ofrobert, did you see?
[lenses clicking]
‐ Rita would never let me help.
[scoffs]
I totally got my shit together.
[shoveling dirt with trowel]
OFJOSEPH: I've heard worse.
‐ Sir, we had no idea
Okay. Okay.
Just after.
I've gotta go to the lawyer's
‐ Who are you?
OFMATTHEW: Blessed be the fruit.
...in hand,
‐ Those Guardians can get an ambulance
BETH: Yeah. Through there to the right.
‐ I'm working on it.
OFMATTHEW: My mistress said she wasn't even a Martha
They should take an eye when they catch her.
‐ Green onions would've worked in this, by the way.
‐ Hardly.
[Nichole coos]
Just the green part,
GUARDIAN 1: Keep going.
I can't imagine what came over Ofjoseph.
I've been praying for the Waterfords, too.
‐ Yes.
Shit. Get down!
[indistinct chatter]
[baby cooing]
‐ Yeah. [Nichole sputters]
I'd leave the Marthas alone.
[groans]
‐ You can't wait with me?
‐ Go get the fucking potatoes.
‐ Same someone who was here earlier?
Still here.
I got this.
It's me.
OFJOSEPH: What happened? [Martha whimpering]
Commercial laundries,
So f they're not there by 3:00, the application's rejected.