Nick: She doesn't have anyone to look out for her.
Serena Joy: It appears that she does. The handmaid is not your concern.

Janine: Are you going to help Kit?
Emily: She doesn't want me to waste the medicine.
Janine: Kit's dying?
Emily: We come here, we work, we die.

You're tough, aren't you. Now you listen to me, OK? I will not let you grow up in this place. I won't do it, you hear me? They ... they do not own you. And they do not own what you will become. Do you hear me? I'm gonna get you out of here. I'm gonna get us out of here. I promise you. I promise.

June

Aunt Lydia: I'm pleased that everything is going so well with the baby.
Serena Joy: As our doctor would happily tell you.
Aunt Lydia: Have I let myself become a bother? There's so much more to a successful preganancy than can be measured in a doctor's office. The ventilation in a handmaid's room. The firmness of the bed. The mood in the household. Her attitude seems much improved.
Serena Joy: 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 it's a godly, harmonious environment.
Serena Joy: Of course. Praise be his miracle.

Serena, remember. As long as my baby is safe, so is yours.

June

Aunt Lydia: Mrs. Waterford, I've worked with many wives and handmaids. This part is always hard.
Serena Joy: Mothers. Mothers and handmaids.
Aunt Lydia: Ah. It's only natural to resent her. God will forgive you for that.
Serena Joy: Well, she makes it difficult.
Aunt Lydia: Hm. She's strong. But that means your child is strong. You understand that everything that happens now must be for the good of the child?
Serena: You're sure that she understands that?
Aunt Lydia: I will make sure of it. [takes a cigarette out of Serena Joy's hand] No more of this. Bad for the baby.

[to herself] I would like to be without shame. I would like to be shameless. I would like to be ignorant for then I would not know how ignorant I was.

June

Aunt Lydia: I see you've eaten well, Offred. Third day in a row.
June: [A harsh grimace on her face] It's June. You know my fucking name.

This isn't easy for her. Don't think this it's easy for me, either. I am doing my best. You are a fallen woman. I am trying to give you the best chance you can have.

Aunt Lydia

[to herself] I have done something wrong, something so huge I can't even see it, something that's drowning me. I am inadequate, and stupid, without worth. I might as well be dead. Please God, let Hannah forget me. Let me forget me.

June

The Waterfords have kindly agreed to a trial run, as it were, and if you're a very, very good girl, you might even be invited to stay. You see, June will be chained in this room until she gives birth, and then June will be executed. Offred has an opportunity. It will be better for the baby.

Aunt Lydia

[to herself] My fault. My fault. My fault. My fault. my fault my fault my fault...

June