Knives Out Best Movie Quotes – ‘This is a twisted web.’

Walt Thrombey: Funny, Ransom, you skipped the funeral, but you’re early for the will reading.
Joni Thrombey: Okay, people grieve in different ways. Let’s not…
Walt Thrombey: You know what? It’s funny you’re here at all. Why are you even bothering? That’s what I’m asking myself.
Richard Drysdale: What’s that supposed to mean?
Walt Thrombey: He knows what it supposed to mean.

Linda Drysdale: You were in the bathroom next to Harlan’s office, where he had the fight with Ransom. Now, you heard something. Spill it.
Jacob Thrombey: I just heard two things. “My will.” And then there was more yelling. And then I heard Ransom say, “I’m warning you.”
Linda Drysdale: Ransom? What’s that mean?
Walt Thrombey: Well, I think it means, our father finally came to his senses, and cut this worthless little brat out of his will.

Richard Drysdale: [as they are gathered for Harlan’s will reading] Son.
Ransom Drysdale: Father?
Richard Drysdale: Did Harlan tell you he was going to cut you out of the will?
Ransom Drysdale: Yep.
Richard Drysdale: Well, then he’s done what none of us were strong enough to do. Maybe this might finally make you grow up.
Linda Drysdale: This might be the best thing that could ever happen to you.
Ransom Drysdale: Thank you. My mother, ladies and gentlemen.

Joni Thrombey: [after Ransom’s confessed that Harlan cut him out of his will] Look, this is not going to be easy for you, but it’ll be good. Nothing good is ever easy.
Ransom Drysdale: Up your a**, Joni. You’ve had your teeth in this family’s t*t for a long time.
Meg Thrombey: Up you a**? Very nice.
Ransom Drysdale: As a matter of fact, eat s**t. Hows that?
Ransom Drysdale: [pointing at each family member] In fact, eat s**t. Eat s**t. Eat s**t. Eat s**t.
Richard Drysdale: You entitled pr**k!
Joni Thrombey: I would snap that smug smile…
Ransom Drysdale: Definitely eat s**t. Eat s**t. You can all eat s**t.

Marta Cabrera: [after the family turn on each other as they gather for the will reading] What was that about will readings being boring?
Benoit Blanc: Exception that proves the rule.

Alan Stevens: [at Harland’s will reading] Well, thank you all for getting together like this. It isn’t legally necessary, but I thought because you’re all in town, and some of you are leaving soon.
Benoit Blanc: Excuse me. I’m sorry. Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to gently request that you all stay in town until the investigation is completed.
Lieutenant Elliott: And while he’s gently requesting, but we’re going to make that an order. No one move until we figure this all out.
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?

Alan Stevens: Well, the other reason I thought this gathering would be beneficial, is because Harlan altered his will a week before he died. He sealed it. He asked me not to submit it to the courts for probate until after his death. So, if anyone is confused about anything, we’re all together, we can talk. Although, I don’t imagine any of it is going to be that complicated. Harlan’s assets included…
Harlan’s Assistant: The house.
Alan Stevens: The house, which he owned outright.
Harlan’s Assistant: Sixty million.
Alan Stevens: Yes. Sixty million in various cash accounts and investments. And, of course, the real asset, sole ownership of Blood Like Wine, his publishing company. He also wrote up a statement when he was making the changes, and he wanted that read first. “Dearest Linda, Walter, and Joni. Some of you may be surprised by the choice I’ve made here. No pleasure was taken in the exclusion, and its purpose was not to sow greater discord in the family, quite the opposite. Please accept it with grace, and without bitterness. But do accept it. It’s for the best, Dad.”

Alan Stevens: [opens the envelope containing Harlan’s will and sees that it’s only one page] Wow. Well, yeah. Not too complex at all. This’ll be quick. “I, Harlan Thrombey, being of sound mind, and body, and, yada, yada, yada, I hereby direct that all my assets, both liquid and otherwise, I leave in their entirety to Marta Cabrera. My entire ownership of Blood Like Wine publishing I leave in its entirety to Marta Cabrera. The copyright of its catalog likewise I leave in its entirety to Marta Cabrera.”

Linda Drysdale: [after they find out that Harlan left everything to Marta] Alan, you can take this piece of paper, and shove it right up your a**, and get out! And you cops too! Out! Out! Right now!
Richard Drysdale: Melinda.
Linda Drysdale: No, Richard, we need to talk. We need to fight this thing. We’re not going anywhere.
Linda Drysdale: [to Elliott and Wagner] I said get out! We are the Thrombeys goddammit! This is still our house!
Alan Stevens: [they all turn to look at Alan] Hm?
Alan Stevens: [his assistant points to the will] Oh. Sorry. “Likewise, the house at 2 Deerborn Drive, and all belongings therein, I leave to Marta Cabrera.”
Linda Drysdale: [to Marta] Oh, you little b**ch! You little b**ch! Did you know about this? Were you in this from the beginning? No, no, no! I just want to know! What were you, what were you doing? Were you boinking my father?
Meg Thrombey: Boinking?

Ransom Drysdale: [referring to Harlan] Marta, I know three things. One, I know he didn’t commit suicide.
Marta Cabrera: What makes you think that?
Ransom Drysdale: I don’t think it. I know it. Because I knew my granddad. Maybe you and I were the only two who knew him, so you’re not going to bulls**t me on this. Because, two, I know lying makes you puke. Because of that mafia game last 4th of July. And, three, I know you just ate a full plate of baked beans and sausage. So, look me in the eye, and tell me what happened to my grandfather.
Marta Cabrera: You a**hole.
Ransom Drysdale: Marta, tell me everything.

Walt Thrombey: [referring to Harlan leaving everything to Marta] Alan, there have got to be options here.
Alan Stevens: No. I don’t know how many times I can repeat the same two pieces of information. If Harlan was of sound mind when he made the changes, and we all confirmed that he was…
Richard Drysdale: Would a sound mind do this?! How? Sound how?
Linda Drysdale: The very action speaks to unsoundness.
Alan Stevens: Not legally. No. You, not liking what he did, does not speak to testamentary capacity.

Jacob Thrombey: [as the family is trying to find ways to contest Harlan’s will] What about undue influence?
Walt Thrombey: Yeah! Undue influence! How about that? Huh?
Alan Stevens: [to Jacob] Did you just Google that?
Walt Thrombey: Look, if Marta was manipulating dad somehow, and…
Linda Drysdale: If somehow she had gotten her hooks into him…
Alan Stevens: You need a strong case for that. “Your honor, She endeared herself to him through hard work and good humor.” That won’t cut the salami.

Joni Thrombey: [as the family is trying to find ways to contest Harlan’s will] What about the slayer rule? I did just Google that.
Alan Stevens: The slayer rule obviously doesn’t apply here.
Richard Drysdale: Well, what the hell is the slayer rule?
Joni Thrombey: Well, it’s if someone is convicted of killing the person, they don’t get their inheritance.
Alan Stevens: Not even convicted, even if they’re held responsible for their death in civil court.
Walt Thrombey: Like OJ.
Alan Stevens: Yes, Like OJ. But Harlan committed suicide.

Joni Thrombey: Detective Blank. You said that the investigation is ongoing. You made a point of that. Do you suspect foul play?
Benoit Blanc: Mister Blanc. If you please. There is much that remains unclear. But, yes. I suspect foul play.
Richard Drysdale: Marta?
Benoit Blanc: I have eliminated no suspects.
Richard Drysdale: You’re full of s**t. I don’t trust this guy in the tweed suit. And, Alan, God bless you, you’re useless.
Alan Stevens: Thank you.
Richard Drysdale: There’s only one answer to this, she has to renounce the inheritance.

Benoit Blanc: [to Greatnana] Why is grief the providence of youth? Well, I don’t know. But I’d imagine that age deepens all feelings. Including grief.

Benoit Blanc: [to Greatnana] You know, this was a long walk to offering condolences for the loss of your son. And asking you, if it isn’t presumptuous of me, not to think too harshly of your family. if I am, as I suspect, the first to console you. They’re young, aren’t they?
Benoit Blanc: [Greatnana just sits silently, staring into space] One thing I assume of age is weariness. Damned if I don’t get more tired every day. Tired of what I do. Following arcs, like lobbed rocks. The inevitability of truth. But the complexity and the gray lie not in the truth, but what you do with the truth once you have it.

Benoit Blanc: [to Greatnana] I think you have something you want to tell me. I think you’re very perceptive, and very capable, of telling me what you saw the night of your son’s party. But I’ll happily wait. I’m in no rush. In fact, I find it quite pleasant, sitting here with you.

Lieutenant Elliott: [to Marta and Ransom] That was the dumbest car chase of all time.

Benoit Blanc: [to Marta] Strange case from the start. A case with a hole in the middle. A doughnut. I’m just talking through my process here, let me know if this is boring. I feel the noose tightening, the family is truly desperate. Desperate motives. But the mystery of who hired me, the impossibility of the crime, and yet, a doughnut. One central piece, and if it reveals itself, the fog would lift, the arc would resolve, the slinky become unkinked.

Marta Cabrera: God, you’re not much of a detective, are you?
Benoit Blanc: Well, to be fair, you make a pretty lousy murderer. Perhaps we deserve each other.

Marta Cabrera: You’ve always been good to me. And What I’m about to say isn’t going to be easy, and you’re going to be upset. But I thought after what you’ve gone through the last few days, that you deserved to hear it from me. I…
Benoit Blanc: [as she’s to renounce the inheritance and confess that she caused Harlan’s death]  Excuse me! You have not been good to her. You have all treated her like s**t, to steal back a fortune that you lost, and she deserves. You’re a pack of vultures at the feast! knives out and beaks bloody! Well, you’re not getting bailed out, not this time. Miss Cabrera has decided, definitively, not to renounce the inheritance.
Walt Thrombey: What?
Marta Cabrera: What?
Benoit Blanc: Furthermore, it will be my professional recommendation to the local authorities that the manner of death, in the case of Harlan Thrombey, is ruled as suicide. And the case is closed.
Marta Cabrera: Blanc.
Ransom Drysdale: What?
Benoit Blanc: Thank you all for coming. Goodbye.

Benoit Blanc: [to Marta] I spoke in the car about the hole at the center of this doughnut. And what you and Harlan did that fateful night seems, at first glance, to fill that hole perfectly. A doughnut hole in a doughnut’s hole. But we must look a little closer. And when we do, we see that the doughnut hole has a hole in its center. It is not a doughnut hole, but a smaller doughnut with its own hole, and our doughnut is not holed at all!

Benoit Blanc: Why was I hired? Why would someone hire me?
Lieutenant Elliott: Someone fishing for a crime to reverse the will, Blanc. I know.
Benoit Blanc: But I was hired before the sealed will was read. So, yes, the person must have known the contents of the will. But one step further, that same person must have known a crime was committed. And further, if the intent was to reverse Marta’s inheritance, they must’ve known that Marta was responsible. An intriguing combination of factors. Someone who knew what Marta did, wanted to expose it, but could not reveal how they knew.

Benoit Blanc: Now with the entire solution in my field of view. The arc of this case is a tragedy of errors. And, Marta, it will not be easy for you to hear. But there is at least one truly guilty party behind it all. Guilty in the true sense of acting with malice, and committing a heinous crime with selfish intent. Trooper Wagner.
Marta Cabrera: Trooper Wagner?
Benoit Blanc: No.
Ransom Drysdale: [enters the room with Wagner] Marta, I’m so sorry. I told them everything. I figured it was up. I’m sorry.
Marta Cabrera: It’s alright. Ransom, I’m glad you did.
Benoit Blanc: Not exactly everything though.
Marta Cabrera: Is this about what Greatnana told you? She saw me that night. She mistook me for Ransom.
Benoit Blanc: We’ll get to that. In the meanwhile, Mr. Hugh Ransom Drysdale, you might tell us all why you hired me?
Ransom Drysdale: Why I hired you?

Benoit Blanc: [to Ransom] 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’ve slipped it in halfway. No, no, no. I submit Harlan told you everything.

Ransom Drysdale: That’s some heavy duty conjecture.
Benoit Blanc: Granted. But it is the only way of what comes next makes sense. So, you storm out, you drive off into the night. You tell Marta later of, what was it? Feeling an overwhelming sense of…
Marta Cabrera: Clarity. That he had to make do for himself from here on out.
Benoit Blanc: Exactly! Marta. The will. Harlan. Do for yourself. “You won’t get away with this.” And a plan forms.

Benoit Blanc: [to Ransom] You return, careful to avoid the gate’s security camera range. Then on foot up towards the house. You sneak in, up the trellis so as not to be seen by the rest of the family, who are still having their party downstairs. What you need to do will take moments. But it is essential that you are alone and undetected. You knew what medications Harlan took. You knew what Marta would be injecting him with that night. And you knew if Marta was responsible for his death, even unintentionally, the slayer rule would nullify the changed will, and you would get your share back. You used the syringes in the kit to switch the liquids in the two medication vials. And, as a final precaution, you took the Naloxone, the life saving antidote.
Marta Cabrera: No, no, no. That’s impossible.
Benoit Blanc: That is the truth.

Marta Cabrera: If he did that, if the meds were switched, then when I got them mixed up, I accidentally switched them back. So, I gave Harlan…
Benoit Blanc: The correct doses. Yes. But not accidentally. I taped over the labels of these two vials. The vials themselves are identical.
Benoit Blanc: [holding up the vial] How did you know that this was the morphine?
Marta Cabrera: I just knew.
Benoit Blanc: You knew because there is the slightest, almost imperceptible difference of tincture and viscosity between the two liquids. You knew because you’d done it a hundred times. You gave him the correct medication because you are a good nurse.
Marta Cabrera: Then Harlan was…
Benoit Blanc: I’m sorry Marta, but, yes. Harlan was perfectly fine. His blood was normal. The cause of death was truly, solely suicide, and you are guilty of nothing, but some damage to the trellis and a few amateur theatrics. In fact, if Harlan had listened to you, and called the ambulance, he would be alive today.
Lieutenant Elliott: Hot damn.
Benoit Blanc: A twisted web. And we are not finished untangling it. Not yet.

Benoit Blanc: Marta, when Greatnana spotted you climbing down the trellis, she said…
Greatnana Wanetta: [flashback to that night when she saw Marta and mistook her for Ransom] Ransom? Are you back again already?
Benoit Blanc: “Are you back again already?” Because earlier that night…
Greatnana Wanetta: [flashback to earlier that same night when she saw Ransom] Ransom, you’re back.
Ransom Drysdale: [laughs] Come on, Marta. This is stupid with two O’s. You don’t have a shred of evidence, You’re just spinning a fairytale.
Benoit Blanc: Not a shred, no Just as we have no real proof of Marta’s mixing up the vials. So, it’s your word…
Ransom Drysdale: You have her confession!
Benoit Blanc: Alright, yeah. Yeah, we do have that.

Benoit Blanc: With your permission, I’d like to spin a little further. Much later that night you’d have to come back to the house to retrieve the incriminating tampered vials. However, this time the dogs were outside. They barked, waking Meg. No matter. You’ll get the vials tomorrow. But tomorrow brings news, not of a medical error and a guilty nurse, but of a slit throat, and a suicide. Now the circumstances are perfect for the anonymous hiring of a me. You know a crime has been committed by Miss Cabrera. You need her to be caught for it. You cannot reveal how you know! Enter Benoit Blanc.
Lieutenant Elliott: Benny, look, I hear what you are saying, it’s just…
Trooper Wagner: Shh-shh-shh.

Benoit Blanc: The body is discovered early the next morning. The police, the medical examiner, the family, everyone swarms in, and there is no possible way you can get to Marta’s medical bag to retrieve the vials. You must wait for your moment when the investigation is over, and you know the house will be empty. And that is why you missed the funeral. There is no one home to wonder why you’re going into Harlan’s study. Or so you think. Poor Fran. She witnessed you tampering with Harlan’s medication in the medical bag. She did not know what you were doing. But she knew you were up to no good, so her mind begins to turn.
Marta Cabrera: Oh, God. That Hallmark movie she told me about, with Danica McKellar.
Trooper Wagner: “Deadly By Surprise.”
Marta Cabrera: That’s what she was talking about.
Benoit Blanc: She loved Harlan. She hates Ransom. So the poor girl decides to test her theory and make this a**hole pay. She gets a copy of the toxicology report. Now, I will be honest, I have no idea how.
Marta Cabrera: Because she has a cousin. She told me, she has a cousin who works as a receptionist at the examiners office.
Benoit Blanc: Well, voilà!

Benoit Blanc: [referring to Frank obtaining the toxicology report] The numbers, they mean nothing to her. But if Ransom is guilty, its existence is a threat. So she photocopies the header, and makes her blackmail note.
Marta Cabrera: So, why did she send it to me?
Benoit Blanc: She didn’t. She sent it to Ransom. And when Mr. Drysdale gets it, what is his reaction? Elation. He still thinks Marta has given Harlan the tampered drugs. A blood tox report will prove her guilt. He goes to the will reading in high spirits, ready to see the family tear itself apart, and secure in the knowledge it will be all be undone when the tox report comes to light. And then, Marta’s confession. And everything turns on its head. He now realizes that Marta has committed no crime, and the tox report will prove her innocence. The changed will is going to stand. He has lost.
Benoit Blanc: [to Marta] Unless you decide.

Benoit Blanc: [to Marta] You’ve come this far. Just one step further. Just one last act. In for a penny, in for a pound. You decide. You are in.

Benoit Blanc: [recounting Ransom’s actions] Step one, destroy all evidence of Marta’s innocence. Step two, send her the anonymous email with a late morning rendezvous time, and deliver her the blackmail note. Step three, keep your appointment with Fran.

Benoit Blanc: [after we see flashback showing how Ransom killed Fran] See, now the board is set. Marta will get the blackmail note. You’ll put the pieces together for her. You’ll guide her to the rendezvous. You’ll make the anonymous call to the police. They will catch her there, with the body, and the burned evidence. Marta will get arrested for killing Fran, and Harlan.
Marta Cabrera: She said…
Fran: [flashback, speaking to Marta before she died] You did this!
Marta Cabrera: She didn’t say, “You did this.” She wasn’t talking about me. She said…
Fran: [flashback to the same moment with Fran and Marta] Hugh did this.
Marta Cabrera: “Hugh did this.” Because you made the help call you Hugh. Because you’re an a**hole.

Benoit Blanc: And it would have worked, if we hadn’t had brought you in for questioning, so you could not make your anonymous call. And if Fran had not stashed a safety copy of the tox report. And if Marta had not outplayed you once again, by having a kind heart. By saving Fran’s life. Though, it meant her losing the inheritance, and going to jail. She didn’t play your game, she saved Fran’s life.
Ransom Drysdale: Fran’s alive?
Benoit Blanc: Oh, yes. Fran, who will confirm this fairy story, or something close to it. And send you, Hugh, to jail.
Marta Cabrera: [answers a call on her phone] Yes. Doctor, that’s great news. We’ll be there soon. Thank you.
Marta Cabrera: [ends the call and turns to them] She’s okay. She’s ready to talk.
Benoit Blanc: Trooper Wagner, if you could keep Mr. Drysdale in custody, while Lieutenant Elliott, Miss Cabrera, and myself, we go to the hospital and take Fran’s statement.

Ransom Drysdale: [to Marta, as he’s about to be taken into custody] I’m going to say this just to you. No cameras, no courtroom, just you, because you know it’s true. We allowed you into our home. We let you watch our granddad. We welcomed you into our family. And now you think you can steal it from us? You think I’m not going to fight to protect my home, our birthright, our ancestral family home?
Benoit Blanc: [laughs] That is hooey! Harlan, he bought this place in the ’80s from a Pakistani real estate billionaire.
Ransom Drysdale: Oh, shut up, Blanc! Shut up! Shut up with that Kentucky fried Foghorn Leghorn drawl! Yeah, I killed Fran, but I guess I didn’t. So what do you have on me? Nothing! What? Attempted murder? I get arson for the building, and a few other charges. With a good lawyer, which I have, I’ll be out in no time. And then you’ll see just how much hell I can wreak on your life, you vicious little b**ch.
Ransom Drysdale: [Marta suddenly vomits on him] What the s**t?!
Trooper Wagner: That means she’s lying!
Lieutenant Elliott: Yeah, man, we know.
Marta Cabrera: That’s right. Fran’s dead. And you just confessed to her murder.
[Wagner turns his phone around, indicating he’s recorded the whole thing]

Ransom Drysdale: Well, in for a penny…
[he suddenly attacks Marta with a knife, only to find out it’s a retractable stage knife]

Marta Cabrera: [after Ransom has been arrested] Can I ask, when did you know I had something to do with Harlan’s death?
Benoit Blanc: Ooh, from the first moment you set foot in front of me.
Marta Cabrera: [she looks down and sees a drop of blood on her shoes] Oh, s**t!
Benoit Blanc: I want you to remember something that’s very important. You won, not by playing the game Harlan’s way, but yours. You’re a good person.
Marta Cabrera: This family. I should help them, right?
Benoit Blanc: Well, I have my opinion. But I have a feeling you’ll follow your heart.
[he turns and leaves, then Marta watches the Thrombeys from the balcony drinking from a cup that has “My House” written on it]