Aunt Elizabeth: There is the question of Ofandy. Once she's ready to return to service, of course.
Aunt Lydia: The Allstons won't have her back. They already told me.
Aunt Elizabeth: And word will have gotten around about her failure today. Poor thing.
Aunt Lydia: I know. Such a good girl. Unlike some. Why our Lord above would withhold His blessings from a girl like that and give two healthy babies to someone like Ofjoseph. I have tried with that one, so help me.
June Osborne: I hurt her. And I enjoyed it. The Wives and Aunts, too, grieving over Ofandy's dead child. And Lawrence. They all deserve to suffer. It's an acquired taste, seeing others in pain. Like that smoky scotch Luke got as a gift once. I grew to like that.
June Osborne: They don't give Ofmatthew anything that might hurt the baby. There's no future for her in any case. "There's too much bleeding," they say. "Her brain is gone," they say. Ofmatthew is just a vessel now, and the baby is all that matters. I suppose it's all that ever mattered. The doctors and nurses and orderlies and technicians come and go. I stay. Thirty-two days so far. I will be here until there's a baby. "This is your walking partner," Aunt Lydia said. "Where else would you be?"
June Osborne: Another walking partner dead. They must think I'm cursed. Or a terrorist. I'm not, though. Not yet.
June Osborne: It's been five years since we had our children torn away from us. An eternity. They were one. Now they're six. They were seven. Now they're twelve. We've missed everything. The steps. The smiles. The tragedies. Children still die. Even in Gilead. Janine's son, Caleb, four years ago. Prayers can't stop car accidents.
Serena Joy Waterford: What if it had never happened? Do you ever imagine what our lives would have been like?
Fred Waterford: I suppose I'd still be in marketing, you'd be a television pundit. I'd quit my job to manage your career, I'd be the man behind the woman.
Serena Joy Waterford: You would get resentful, and then we would get a divorce. And then you'd find a fertile woman and marry her.
Fred Waterford: I don't think so.
Serena Joy Waterford: Really?
Fred Waterford: More likely you'd leave me for a man more capable of giving you a child.
Serena Joy Waterford: You're just saying that in this place. But this isn't where we live.
Fred Waterford: It could be. Why couldn't we retire to a town like this? Or this very one, I don't know. We could give up our place in line.
Serena Joy Waterford: You would do that?
Fred Waterford: I don't need all the pomp and circumstance.
Serena Joy Waterford: You love D.C. We worked so hard with the Winslows.
Fred Waterford: I don't give a damn about the Winslows. I don't want to miss watching our daughter grow up. Her first steps. She is gonna grow up to be just like you.
Fred Waterford: Where are we? This is not just "up ahead." You call this just "up ahead"? Where the hell are we?
Mark Tuello: Commander Waterford, you have now crossed into Canada.
[A line of trucks suddenly appear from up the road and stop near them as soldiers emerge from the trees]
Fred Waterford: What the hell's going on? [to Serena] Get in the car. Get in the car, we're leaving.
Mark Tuello: You are now in Canada. We are arresting you for war crimes and crimes of aggression in violation of international human rights treaties and international law.
Fred Waterford: [as soldiers grab him and Serena] You can't hold us. Get your hands off her!
Serena Joy Waterford: Fred, just do what they say.
Luke Bankole: We grew up the same. You know, good family. First-class education. A man of faith. Yet you destroy lives.
Fred Waterford: I've saved lives, Mr. Bankole. What did you do when our values eroded? When the birth rate was plummeting? Stood by and let it happen.
Luke Bankole: Maybe. But you're gonna rot in this jail, knowing that your wife betrayed you.
Fred Waterford: What about your wife? All those years, wasted. Praying she'll come back to you.
Luke Bankole: She will come back to me.
Fred Waterford: Maybe. But the June Osborne you knew doesn't exist anymore. Gilead's changed her. I've changed her.
June Osborne: Ruthless, I remember thinking. They are fucking ruthless. Where does it come from, this talent for ruthlessness? It seems so easy for them. For these men. For men like these. That's how they won, I suppose. It isn't about being right or having the people or God on your side. It isn't anything that grandiose. In the end, victory goes to the hardest heart. To the ruthless go the spoils. Fifty-two kids will be brought to the Lawrence House after sunset. We will move in darkness. We can hide in the dark, at least. We have a chance, at least. If there is actually a Martha network. If this all isn't a trap, set by the Eyes. I will get the children to the airport. The plane leaves at midnight. Because I am ruthless.
Fred Waterford: I have some uncomfortable information to report. Serious crimes committed by my wife.
Mark Tuello: Commander, Mrs. Waterford has a plea agreement that gives her immunity.
Fred Waterford: Yes, I've been reading about that. Your law library is excellent.
Mark Tuello: Anything Serena did in Gilead was under duress. She had no power, she was subject to the state.
Fred Waterford: I can assure you, what Mrs. Waterford did was far beyond the laws of Gilead and the laws of God.
Mark Tuello: Mrs. Waterford, under warrant from the ICC and the government of the United States of America, I am placing you under arrest.
Serena Joy Waterford: On what grounds?
Mark Tuello: Crimes against humanity, sexual slavery, the rape of June Osborne.
Serena Joy Waterford: A religious ... Wait, wait a second ... religious ritual ordered by the state under penalty of execution. I do have immunity, Mr. Tuello. [to the social workers taking Nichole] Please stop one second!
Mark Tuello: This charge doesn't involve what you did with your husband. Take the child.
Serena Joy Waterford: No, please. I'm sorry. Please. Can you please wait? Wait, wait. Please, stop! I don't understand. What's going on?
Mark Tuello: You forced your driver to impregnate Miss Osborne so you could claim their resulting child.
Serena Joy Waterford: Nick and Offred had a relationship.
Mark Tuello: It's still rape, Mrs. Waterford.
June Osborne: I used to think of my body as an instrument for the accomplishment of my will. I could use it to run, pick things up, make things happen. There were limits, of course, but my body was nonetheless one with me. It obeyed my commands, mostly without complaint. Not anymore. Now there's tending to be done. There's homemade penicillin. Mold scraped off, rotten fruit, an old Martha recipe. There's comfrey and marigold oil to make the skin heal faster. Almost bikini season. I almost died when we first got here, they said. Sepsis. Janine says I was talking to Hannah. I don't remember. Pain makes your world very small. My world has been this room. Today I venture forth. My world can't be small, Not now. Because the others need me to protect them. Gilead is out there. Gilead isn't afraid. It does not hurt or sleep. It keeps coming, it keeps searching for us. And they will keep coming forever and ever and ever.
June Osborne: Places like this have always been about fantasies. They were built so men could act like country lords. Pretend you're rich for a weekend. Now they're for fantasies of a different kind.
Serena Joy Waterford: Look, I don't know what the legal requirements are, but I need to separate my interests from Fred. I am done with him.
Mark Tuello: We can talk about that later.
Serena Joy Waterford: No, we can talk about it right now.
Mark Tuello: You're pregnant, Serena. The results from your blood test came back. Congratulations.
Aunt Lydia: That lieutenant is very determined. If you don't cooperate, I fear things might get quite a bit worse for you. Ofrobert, Oferic, Ofhoward and the others, all wanted fugitives in grave danger because of you. Bring them home.
June Osborne: This isn't their home.
Aunt Lydia: Because you corrupted them! They had a life of meaning here, a life of service.
June Osborne: There is no meaning in this place except violence. You ... You told those girls that if they followed the rules, they'd be okay. Then you sent them out to be raped and beaten and humiliated. Over and over and over. You failed them.