“Unfinished Business” quotes from Criminal Minds

Offred: [after receiving a music box from Serena Joy] A perfect gift. A girl trapped in a box. She only dances when someone opens the lid, when someone else winds her up. If this is a story I'm telling, I must be telling it to someone. There's always someone, even when there's no one. I will not be that girl in the box.

Offred: It's their fault. They should have never given us uniforms if they didn't want us to be an army.

Offred: Whether this is my end or a new beginning, I have no way of knowing. I have given myself over into the hands of strangers. I have no choice. It can't be helped. And so I step up, into the darkness within ... or else the light.

Offred: Our father who art in Heaven. What the actual fuck?

June Osborne: My name is June Osborne. I'm from Brookline, Massachusetts. I am 34 years old. I stand 5'3" in bare feet. I weigh 120 pounds. I have viable ovaries. I'm five weeks pregnant. I am free.

June Osborne: Is this what freedom looks like? Even this much is dizzying. Like an elevator with open sides. In the upper reaches of the atmosphere, you'd come apart. You'd vaporize. There'd be no pressure to hold you together. We get so comfortable with walls. It doesn't even take that long. Wear the red dress, wear the wings, shut your mouth, be a good girl. Roll over and spread your legs. Yes, ma'am. May the Lord open. What will happen when I get out? I probably don't have to worry about it, because there probably is no out. "Gilead knows no bounds," Aunt Lydia said. "Gilead is within you. Like the spirit of the Lord." Or the Commander's cock. Or cancer.

Omar: You a good witch or a bad witch?

June Osborne: Depends on who you ask, I guess.

Aunt Lydia: I'm pleased that everything is going so well with the baby.

Serena Joy Waterford: As our doctor would happily tell you.

Aunt Lydia: Have I let myself become a bother? There's so much more to a successful pregnancy than can be measured in a doctor's office. The ventilation in the Handmaid's room, the firmness of the bed. The mood in the household. Her attitude seems much improved.

Serena Joy Waterford: It's everything a Wife could ask for. She's quite unlike herself.

Aunt Lydia: Mrs. Waterford, no small effort has been made to bring Offred to heel. Your baby needs to know he's in a Godly, harmonious environment.

Serena Joy Waterford: Of course. Praised be His miracle.

Offred: We do our work in the evening. She writes, I read. This is the new normal. And an offense to God. In another life, maybe we could've been colleagues. And in this one, we're heretics. I was already on the naughty list. An adulteress, a "fallen woman," as Aunt Lydia used to say. But this is new territory for Serena, I think. How does she feel about falling? She seems pretty fucking happy.

Offred: Blessed be the fruit.

Janine: May the Force be with you.

Stuart Williston: We won't be conducting this morning's session, Mr. Waterford. You can go directly to the airport. We'll have your luggage brought down.

Fred Waterford: I don't understand.

Minister Kevin McConnell: You and your wife are no longer welcome in Canada.

Fred Waterford: Forgive me, is there an issue?

Stuart Williston: Last night, someone uploaded a series of letters from women in your country, and the public reaction here in Canada has been overwhelming.

Fred Waterford: Are you really going to cancel an entire agenda based on some anonymous slander?

Stuart Williston: We believe the women.

Fred Waterford: Yesterday you believed me.

Stuart Williston: Our former position is no longer sustainable.

Offred: I'm sorry there is so much pain in this story. I'm sorry it's in fragments, like a body caught in crossfire or pulled apart by force. But there's nothing I can do to change it.

Fred Waterford: If you'd shown that girl one ounce of kindness, she would never have left!

Serena Joy Waterford: Kindness? You raped her yesterday.

Fred Waterford: That was your idea! I did this to fix your mess!

Offred: I keep going with this limping and mutilated story because I want you to hear it. As I will hear yours, too if I ever get the chance, if I meet you or if you escape, in the future or in heaven. By telling you anything at all, I'm believing in you. I believe you into being. Because I'm telling you this story, I will your existence. I tell. Therefore, you are.