Knives Out

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I'm not playing to beat you, I'm playing to build a beautiful pattern.

Knives Out is a 2019 film about a detective who investigates the death of the patriarch of an eccentric, combative family.

Directed and written by Rian Johnson.
Everyone has a motive. No one has a clue.  (taglines)

Benoit Blanc[edit]

  • It's a weird case from the start. A case with a hole in the center. A donut.
  • I suspect foul play. I have eliminated no suspects.
  • I spoke in the car about the hole at the center of this donut. And yes, what you and Harlan did that fateful night seems at first glance to fill that hole perfectly. A donut hole in the donut's hole. But we must look a little closer. And when we do, we see that the donut hole has a hole in its center – it is not a donut hole at all, but a smaller donut with its hole, and our donut is not whole at all!
  • You have a regurgitative reaction to mistruths.
  • But the complexity and the gray lie not in the truth, but what you do with the truth once you have it.
  • Physical evidence can tell a clear story with a forked tongue.
  • Why is grief the providence of youth? I don't know. But I'd imagine that age deepens all feelings.
  • The best judge of character is a dog. I've found that to be true.
  • It describes the path of a projectile determined by natural law. Et voila, my method. I observe the facts without biases of the head or heart. I determine the arc's path, stroll to its terminus and the truth falls at my feet.
  • What were the overheard words by the Nazi child masturbatin' in the bathroom? "My will" and "I'm warning you."
  • You and Harlan were "drama mamas", you shared a love of twisting the knife into one another. You see, I don't believe he would have slipped it in halfway. No, no, no. I submit Harlan told you everything.

Ransom Drysdale[edit]

  • My mother, ladies and gentlemen.
  • Eat shit
  • What the shit!?
  • Oh just shut up! Shut up with that Kentucky-fried Foghorn Leghorn drawl!

Marta Cabrera[edit]

  • I'm not playing to beat you, I'm playing to build a beautiful pattern.
  • You want my insight into this family? None of them are murderers. That's my insight.

Linda Drysdale[edit]

  • We are the Thrombeys, goddammit! This is still our house!...Isn't it?
  • [to Marta] Were you boinking my father?

Walt Thrombey[edit]

  • I think it means that our father finally came to his senses and cut this worthless little brat out of his will. (to Ransom) So I guess you're gonna have to sell the Beamer and give your notice at the country club and kick whatever fashion drug you're on, because if you think that after all the bridges you've burned, after all the shit you've said and after everything that you've put this family through for the past ten years that any of us are going to support you, that any of us are going to give you - like DAD liked to say - "a single red DIME", you're NUTS!

Richard Drysdale[edit]

  • Walt doesn't run shit!

Joni Thrombey[edit]

  • Oh they're my family. I feel simultaneously freed by and supported by them, that balance of opposites is the nugget of Flam.
  • Wait a minute - I read a tweet about a New Yorker article about you!

Detective Lieutenant Elliot[edit]

  • That... was the dumbest car chase of all time.
  • OK, don't answer that if you're going to puke. Please.

Meg Thrombey[edit]

  • (being questioned, about Jacob) He's an alt-right dipstick troll.


Alan Stevens: I, Harlon Thronby, being of sound mind and body, yada-yada-yada. I hearby direct all my assets both liquid and otherwise, I leave in its entirety to Marta Cabrera. My entire ownership of Blood like Wine Publishing company I leave to Marta Cabrera and the copyright of its catalog I leave in its entirety to Marta Cabrera.


[Harlan reveals to Richard that he is aware that he has been cheating on Linda with another woman, having just shown Richard pictures on his laptop catching him in the act. Richard angrily closes the laptop.]
Harlan Thrombey: I've put all of it in this letter to her. Tomorrow, she gets it.
Richard Drysdale: Harlan, I'm warning you.
Harlan Thrombey: No. She deserves to know.
Richard Drysdale: You stay out of my marriage.
Harlan Thrombey: She deserves to know and you're gonna tell her.
Richard Drysdale: THE HELL I AM!!!
Harlan Thrombey: YOU TELL HER OR I WILL!!!

Marta Cabrera: I've never been to a will reading before.
Benoit Blanc: You'd think it'd be like a game show, but think of a community production of a tax return.

Ransom Drysdale: That's some heavy-duty conjecture.
Walt Thrombey: Funny, Ransom, you skipped the funeral, but you're early for the will reading.
Ransom Drysdale: Up your ass.
Meg Thrombey: Oh, very nice!
Ransom Drysdale: Matter of fact, eat shit. How's that? [pointing to each family member who is shouting at him] Eat shit, eat shit, eat shit... definitely eat shit... We gotta do this more often.

Benoit Blanc: This is a twisted web, and we are not finished untangling it, not yet.
Ransom Drysdale: What is this, CSI: KFC?

Marta Cabrera: What was that about will readings being boring?
Benoit Blanc: The exception that proves the rule.

Marta Cabrera: You're not much of a detective, are you?
Benoit Blanc: Well, to be fair, you make a pretty lousy murderer.

Benoit Blanc: Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to request that you all stay until the investigation is completed.
Linda Drysdale: What?
Joni Thrombey: Can we ask why? Has something changed?
Benoit Blanc: No...
Joni Thrombey: No, it hasn't changed, or no, we can't ask?

Benoit Blanc: Harlan's detectives, they dig, they rifle and root. Truffle pigs. I anticipate the terminus of Gravity's Rainbow.
Marta Cabrera: Gravity's Rainbow.
Benoit Blanc: It's a novel.
Marta Cabrera: Yeah, I know. I haven't read it though.
Benoit Blanc: Neither have I. Nobody has. But I like the title. It describes the path of a projectile determined by natural law.


  • Everyone has a motive. No one has a clue.
  • Hell, any of them could have done it.
  • Nothing brings a family together like murder.


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