Janine: I hate it. I hate it in here. June: I know. Me too. We’re OK. We’re gonna be OK. Janine: How is this OK? June: ‘Cause we’re going to get there, and we’re gonna find them. We’re gonna find Mayday, and they’re going to help us. Janine: You keep saying that, but you don’t know. Do you have some secret brilliant plan? What is it? What’s the plan? June: Look, Janine, we’re OK. Janine: I’m not a mushroom. I’m not. June: OK… Janine: You can’t keep me in the dark and feed me lies and shit and expect me to be OK with it. June: I don’t do that. Janine: Yes, you do. You don’t know where we’re going. You don’t know if we’re going to be OK. June: I’m keeping us alive. Janine: They were the nicest, Alma and Brianna. Maybe that’s why. June: Why what? Janine: Why god wanted them and not us, at least not you. June: No, that’s not how god works. Janine: Well, I think he does.
Serena: God is truly great. I didn’t believe it either. Rita: It’s a miracle. I didn’t think the commander could. Serena: Gilead’s clean water, clean air, god’s grace. It’s what we always wanted. It’s what we always prayed for. Rita: He must be beside himself. Serena: I haven’t told him, and I don’t intend to. There is a reason why God chose this moment when Fred and I are separated, but now that you’re here to help me care for this little boy. Rita: It’s a boy? It’s a boy? Serena: It’s a boy. Can you imagine? Toy trucks and scraped knees, catching frogs. Rita: Praised be. Serena: I have missed you. My lovely, Rita. You were always such a blessing. Rita: Thank you. Serena: No, that’s for you. So you can look at it whenever you want. It’s nice to have a friend. Would you pray with me? Rita: Yes.