Benoit Blanc
The killer nearly struck my Achilles' Heel. But thank high heaven, at the last moment, I realized what had teased my entire brain through this entire case: ..."imbreathiate". ...It's not a word.
What?
Miles Bron
Can we just take a second and fully imbreathiate this moment?
Benoit Blanc
It's not a real word. It kinda sounds like one, but it's just entirely made up. Now "reclamation", now, well, that... that is a word, but it's the wrong word.
Miles Bron
This place is the full reclamation of everything I've achieved up to now.
Benoit Blanc
This entire day...
Miles Bron
The predefinite detective.
Benoit Blanc
...a veritable minefield of malapropisms...
Miles Bron
The infraction point.
Benoit Blanc
... and factual errors.
Miles Bron
Bask in the sun, swim in the Ionian Sea.
Benoit Blanc
THAT is the Aegean Sea.
Oh, yeah, it is. It is.
Benoit Blanc
His dock doesn't float. His wonder fuel... is a disaster. His grasp of disruption theory is remedial at best. He didn't design the puzzle boxes. He didn't write the mystery. Et voila! It all adds up! The key to this entire case, and it was staring me right in the face. Like everyone in the world, I assumed Miles Bron was a complicated genius, but why? Look into the clear center of this Glass Onion: Miles Bron is an idiot!
Miles Bron
Oh, please, just tell us who tried to kill me.
Benoit Blanc
Nobody tried to kill you, you vainglorious buffoon!
