I need to find a way to fill this black hole in me. I still have a family. I want them to be proud of me.
I had another family, a mother, a brother. I could still see their faces.
I swear to God I'll never understand, how you can stand there straight and tall and see I'm crying, and not do anything at all.
I don't know what I want. How could I know what I want if I say yes to everything?
No amount of money ever bought a second of time.
I don't know what's happening to me. When I lose control, things happen, bad things to people I love.
Whoever comes, I'll kill them. I'll kill them all.
Matter cannot be created or destroyed, human.
No one’s ever really gone.
Death follows him like a shadow.
Stop ruining things! Ruining things is my thing!
"Immigrants, we get the job done." That's from Hamilton.
Richard Drysdale-Thrombey
Knives Out (2019)