- Serena Joy Waterford: Ray Cushing will be the death of us all. We knew Ray and Sonya from before. Major Cushing. We used to vacation together. Went to Antigua once. They had the most amazing beaches. Picked up some sea glass. Ray was a blowhard even then.
- Aunt Lydia Clements: Girls... I wish I could give you a world without violence, without pain. That's all I ever wanted. And in their names, dear Lord, we remember them: Ofryan, Ofleo, Ofhal, Ofzeb...
- Ray Cushing: Offred... you can trust me. Who helped you? Commander Waterford?
- June Osborne: I was taken against my will.
- Ray Cushing: Our republic is under siege. We do not have the luxury of fairy tales.
- June Osborne: Sir. I was taken... against my will.
- Ray Cushing: Offred...
- [touches her pregnant belly and pulls her chin to meet his eyes]
- Ray Cushing: your house has been infected with terrorists. I need to know.
- Serena Joy Waterford: Go to bed. Baby needs rest.
- June Osborne: Right now the baby needs Twinkies. But we're compromising.
- Moira Strand: Uhh... you happen to know anything about malbecs?
- Odette: Uhhhm...
- Moira Strand: Yes, I'm going with yes. Come here.
- Odette: This one!
- Moira Strand: First one you saw.
- Odette: Yeah. I'm usually more of a white wine girl.
- Moira Strand: Gross.
- Serena Joy Waterford: These are drafts of the new security orders.
- June Osborne: From The Commander?
- Serena Joy Waterford: They'll remove the additional checkpoints and start scaling down Guardian presence. It's about time things started getting back to normal around here. Don't you think?
- June Osborne: Uh, yes, Mrs. Waterford.
- Serena Joy Waterford: You're an editor. Is that right?
- June Osborne: I used to be.
- Serena Joy Waterford: Good. Read these over for me.
- Moira Strand: You don't want to know that she's okay?
- Luke Bankole: She's not okay. She's alive. Have faith that she's alive.
- Moira Strand: That's not knowing.
- Serena Joy Waterford: Praised be. You're all right.
- June Osborne: Yes, I'm fine.
- Serena Joy Waterford: Guardians shooting marthas in the street: that's supposed to make us feel safer. It's asinine.
- Moira Strand: All of these?
- Rachel Tapping: The unidentified. Most of them have a few details: where they died, identifying marks, but no names yet.
- Moira Strand: [notices white binders on the far side of the room] Who are those?
- Rachel Tapping: Those are the children.