(door clicks)
(insistently paced music)
♪ ♪
(sighs)
♪ ♪
♪ I slip on my cozy clothes ♪
♪ Winding down to watch my show ♪
♪ Sipping tea and heating up ♪
♪ My pad thai
from two days ago ♪
♪ Creeping under covers ♪
♪ Never gonna come out of it ♪
♪ And if I'm still up later ♪
♪ My vibrator
might come out a bit ♪
♪ I'm up on that lazy shit ♪
♪ I worked hard,
deserving it ♪
♪ Decompressing
all my stressing ♪
♪ From the job I cannot quit ♪
♪ I admit, it's hard to flip ♪
♪ My brain into relaxed mode ♪
♪ But I'll feel real better ♪
♪ When I binge
on these episodes ♪
(door slams)
OFFRED: My name is Offred,
and I intend to survive.
♪ But how can I relax when
I'm thinking of the fact ♪
♪ That our nation
is run by some hack? ♪
♪ This can actually happen ♪
♪ A totalitarian faction ♪
♪ Where all of us women
are livin' ♪
♪ In a crazed reaction
to our feminist action ♪
♪ Maggie Atwood
had it mad right ♪
♪ That bitch
got some foresight ♪
♪ Damn, I love
this Friday night ♪
(cell phone chimes)
♪ ♪
"House party
on the east side.
Come out, bitch.
Get a ride."
Fuck that.
I'm tired.
But I thank you
for the invite, though.
-(text message swooshes)
 -"Just come out, ho.
There's people
you know."
Whose party is it?
"It's my friend Cara's.
You remember her
from my work thing last year."
That night was a blur.
"Well, she remembers you,
"and she's saying
come on over.
"Stop acting geriatric
like you're
30 decades older."
(rumbling)
Damn, that comment's hitting
mad strong.
Maybe Becca's right
and I got my night
planned all wrong.
♪ ♪
Fuck.
Fine, okay, I'll go.
♪ ♪
I gotta find
an outfit, though.
♪ ♪
♪ Too baggy,
too desperate ♪
♪ Ugh, not enough support ♪
♪ Do I own a real bra? ♪
♪ What about
my leather shorts? ♪
♪ This can fit over my hips
if I twist and contort ♪
♪ I should run more ♪
♪ Trial pass to the gym,
I should use that ♪
♪ All the cookies
in my cupboard, I abuse that ♪
♪ Stop that, just pick
a fucking dress ♪
♪ Effortless is the way
I wanna dress ♪
♪ But it's causing
too much stress ♪
♪ Take a breath ♪
(breathes deeply)
(interrupted exhalation)
♪ Damn, I love
this Friday night ♪
♪ Got a Lyft, I'm remiss ♪
♪ It's just two minutes ♪
♪ Name is Henry,
he looks friendly ♪
♪ In a Honda Civic ♪
♪ Now I'm stuck
with this decision ♪
♪ And I'm waiting ♪
♪ 'Cause if I cancel ♪
♪ Then it might lower
my rating ♪
♪ Headlights,
Henry pulls up, polite ♪
♪ Offers me a bottle
when I get in the ride ♪
So thoughtful.
♪ Smells a little funky,
so I slip air inside ♪
It's awful.
♪ Traffic on the 405 ♪
♪ Henry's venting
'bout his life ♪
♪ Toxic marriage
with his wife ♪
♪ Asking me
for my advice ♪
Oh, yeah, that--
that's a tough situation.
Uh, it's hard when you--
you know,
it's like
two different personalities...
(cell phone buzzes)
Oh, uh, sorry,
I gotta get this.
♪ Keep my eyes
on my device ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Roaming round the room ♪
♪ And I don't recognize
a single face ♪
♪ Where's my bae Rebecca? ♪
♪ That girl better be
up in this place ♪
♪ Hey, I made it,
I'm alone ♪
♪ Check your phone,
where you at, bitch? ♪
♪ Shit, it's undelivered ♪
♪ Guess I'll retry
as a text message ♪
-Excuse me.
-Oh, sure.
Can I just grab a--
Yeah, yeah.
Of course, yeah.
I miss New York,
but I don't think
I could, like,
live there again.
I'm telling you, man,
cryptocurrency
is the future, dude.
Totally.
Yeah, I mean,
I'm gluten-free,
but it's not,
like, a religion.
Like, I'll eat pizza.
She seems nice.
I like her pants.
So tell her
that you like her pants.
That's super creepy.
No, I can't.
♪ Oh, my God,
it's not that hard ♪
♪ Don't overthink it,
now's your chance ♪
Just say it.
Hey, how much are your pants?
Oh, um, they're from Zara,
so, like--
Oh, yeah.
Cool.
Um...
BOTH: So how do you know Cara?
-(cell phone buzzing)
-Oh, um, well,
I don't technically know her.
She's, like, a friend
of my friend,
but she seems...
(keyboard clacking)
Everyone seems so nice
and, uh...
Okay.
♪ Her phone is buzzing ♪
♪ She's saying nothing ♪
(keyboard clacking)
♪ I turn my back ♪
Shit, I'm in a flashback.
♪ Middle school,
sixth grade ♪
♪ Confidence all day ♪
♪ Lip Smackers, butterflies ♪
♪ Tamagotchi's still alive ♪
♪ Janice is planning
a party ♪
♪ She's hardly being subtle ♪
♪ She's gathered my girls
in a huddle ♪
♪ I'm puzzled,
I hear whispers all muddled ♪
My confidence crumbles.
I'm like, "Are you guys
avoiding me?"
"Yeah, 'cause you're
annoying me."
Mortified.
Wanted to hide.
(descending electronic beeps)
That night,
my Tamagotchi died.
♪ Damn it, Rebecca,
where the fuck are you? ♪
♪ I'm sinking by the minute
into middle school horror ♪
♪ You told me you'd be here,
where are you? ♪
-♪ Come over ♪
-(cell phone chimes)
"Hey, sorry!
Just got this.
"We ended up
at this bar downtown.
Come!"
Wait. What?
Is she being serious?
♪ I'm staring at the words ♪
♪ Getting dizzy
and delirious ♪
♪ Are you
fucking kidding me? ♪
♪ Tricking me, quitting me ♪
♪ I try to stay composed,
Namaste ♪
♪ But it's hitting me ♪
♪ This dilemma
is bigger than Becca ♪
♪ It's what to expect
of my whole generation ♪
♪ We're wasting relations by
flaking without hesitation ♪
♪ What used to be
real kind and innocent ♪
♪ Convene on the landline
to meet a friend ♪
♪ Arrive at that set time
to be with them ♪
-I'm sorry.
 -♪ Now it's like, never mind ♪
♪ I'm not confined
by the time ♪
♪ Or the site
that I initially described ♪
♪ Change my mind with
a simple little line and ♪
(breathes deeply)
It's fine.
♪ ♪
It's fine.
♪ ♪
I gotta go.
♪ ♪
Oh, wait.
♪ ♪
♪ Damn, I love
this Friday night ♪
♪ Damn, I love
this Friday night ♪
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this Friday night ♪
♪ Damn, I love
this Friday night ♪
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this Friday night ♪
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this Friday night ♪
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this Friday night ♪
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this Friday night ♪
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this Friday ♪
(cell phone chimes)
(low rumbling)
