You, Netflix, A+E Studios, Alloy Entertainment, Berlanti Productions, Man Sewing Dinosaur, Warner Horizon Television

Serial Killers

You, Netflix, A+E Studios, Alloy Entertainment, Berlanti Productions, Man Sewing Dinosaur, Warner Horizon Television

Netflix original series You dropped its third season Friday October 15th, 2021.

#YouNetflix has been renewed for a fourth season.

rottentomatoes: 91%

metacritic: 74

imdb: 7.7

Joe Goldberg, You, Netflix, A+E Studios, Alloy Entertainment, Berlanti Productions, Man Sewing Dinosaur, Warner Horizon Television, Penn Badgley
Joe Goldberg, You, Netflix, A+E Studios, Alloy Entertainment, Berlanti Productions, Man Sewing Dinosaur, Warner Horizon Television, Penn Badgley

Joe Goldberg

Joe Goldberg tries to raise a family outside of Madre Linda, California.

Joe Goldberg, You, Netflix, A+E Studios, Alloy Entertainment, Berlanti Productions, Man Sewing Dinosaur, Warner Horizon Television, Penn Badgley

“I’ve always believed in the one. That there’s someone out there for me. A perfect match, a soulmate. And for The One, I would do anything. I’ve had my heart broken more than once. And things haven’t always been easy in my life. But all that felt worth it when I met Love Quinn. I loved her. I embraced all of her, even the hard parts. But I was wrong… about Love. Find a city. When you get there, I’ll help you get a legal ID. And by then, it was too late. I don’t think we can. Really, really, truly. And then I realized who I really need to protect. Our daughter. For her, I moved to some soulless, wealthy suburb outside San Francisco. For her, I’d marry the monster, her mother. For her, I’d lock myself into this prison. Not sure how I’m ever going to get us both out. But there’s one part of the old me I can’t quite shake. I still believe in The One. That the right person is out there for me. I never thought to wonder what happens after boy gets girl. ‘Cause we know: ‘and they lived happily ever after.’ Fade to black, roll credits. I should have asked more questions. ‘Cause I’ve been in some harrowing situations in my life. But this? I could really use a map.” — Joe Goldberg

“But I’ve forged my way in the dark before, I can do it now. I have to. To protect my daughter. It’s a boy? I’m fucked. And so is he. Careful. Careful. We were told it would be a girl. As I was saying, fucked.” — Joe Goldberg

“Now that the baby’s here, at least our white picket purgatory feels logical. We moved to Madre Linda for the schools, after all. When that patented NorCal fog burns off, you can see for miles. Miles of nosy neighbors peering suspiciously from behind lawn care equipment and video doorbells. But, hey, safest neighborhood in the Golden State. And who wouldn’t sell their soul for that? We have everything. So he has everything. The perfect family, funded by Quinn blood money. We wanted to get here all on our own. You compromise when you have to, when it’s for them.” — Joe Goldberg

“Me, a boy and his mom who is usually great but occasionally kills people with her bare hands. What could go wrong? We’ve barely left the house since that drive home from the hospital. I’d imagined parenthood would feel like an essay by Nicholson Baker. Tiny moments made significant. Yeah. Or maybe a novel by Louisa May Alcott. Hard work but rewarding. Noble, even. Go, go, go. Turns out, parenthood is Groundhog Day as written by Jean-Pual Sartre. Despite living in some Greek myth about pushing a boulder of baby poop up a hill, it’s incredible, the urge to protect. I feel it in my bones. I would do anything for him. ‘I thought of Gatsby’s wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy’s dock. He’d come a long way to this blue lawn, and it–‘ it’s okay. What I don’t feel is connection. The more I try to bond, the more he cries. He knows we don’t have it.” — Joe Goldberg

“You okay? ‘I’m fine’ is code for ‘nipples are bleeding, hormones still a mosh pit, haven’t slept in six months, and have not begun to process the death of my brother.’ Also not processing Forty’s death, Glamma Dottie, who got a condo 30 minutes away. Glamma Dottie, who got a condo 30 minutes away. Though she is chronicling her grief extensively on Instagram. And her shaman officially confirmed that Henry is Forty, reincarnated. Given how ecstatic he is when she comes around and how, well, not with me, Dottie’s Shaman might be right. At least I have a small remnant of my former life. There’s no bookstore in this circle of hell, but I found willing buyers online. And I send the profits to Ellie… whenever I hear from her. On the rare occasion we do venture into the wild, Forty– no, no. Henry inevitably cries before we’re handed our lattes.” — Joe Goldberg

“As in, locally famous momfluencer Sherry Conrad. Henry. It’s Henry. That tone, warm with an undertone of Peach-level condescension. Thanks. Bye. Like I need her approval. What the fuck? Thing about trying to keep a human infant alive, you can’t afford to think too hard about who you’re in the trenches with. I’m in the trenches with a woman who jokes about stabbing someone in the eye, but is actually perfectly capable of it. Mm. Thank you. I don’t let myself think about who Love is, what she is. My job is to be a good husband so I can be a good father. What? Who? Henry. Henry. Yeah, I think you’re right. She seems a little off. What, did I kiss you wrong? Or… she’s an idiot. Just lie down. I’ll take care of this, take care of him. Shh. And there he goes. Every time I touch him. Why does my own child not like me? I– what–? Love’s right. My heart’s not really in it. How could it be when you stole it? Love? Hey, uh… we’re running low on diapers, so I’ll be right back.” — Joe Goldberg

“Honestly, you’re what’s gotten me through this imprisonment. The green light at the end of my dock. Knowing you feel the same as I do. I don’t want it to happen here like this. I want you some place luxurious. You deserve that. Did you just read my mind.” — Joe Goldberg

“Hi, Natalie. Oh. You’ve been watching me too. Thank you. Are you flirting with me? Sure, the condom thing may be a little joke from a neighbor with, a mild taste for stirring the pot. Just friendly. Very friendly though. Exciting as that is, I have to be careful. I can’t just walk out of this web. The spider has my child. Also, truth? I’ve made… mistakes in the past. Would you be a mistake? Who are you? Oh, just– shit.” — Joe Goldberg

“Whenever I hang with Henry, I’m reminded of two things. One, he hates me. Two, I have to protect him at all costs from what happened to me.” — Joe Goldberg

“They’re the ones who do it. She is. You don’t understand. I don’t see why– who are you? On the surface, a realtor, and you’re good at it. You wanna make things lovelier. You left college early when you met your husband, tech entrepreneur Matthew Engler, about whom there is even less to learn unless I wanna take the word of publicists paid to manicure every inch of his online footprint. Is this what you wanted? Marry someone older, busy, never home while you sell houses to rich assholes and pick up his dry cleaning? Is that love for you? Do you love him? Do you long for something deeper, true? Like I do.” — Joe Goldberg

“I might not have solved the mystery of you yet, but I know one thing: I wasn’t wrong to be intrigued. Forgive the pun. This speaks volumes about you. I didn’t even know this hell-burb had a library. Libraries represent the very best of civilized society, the housing of an egalitarian access to knowledge. It’s what separates us from the apes. And yet, it physically hurts to see the condition of most of these books. Mr. Mooney once said the way a society treats its books is the most accurate harbinger of its fate. You see enough broken bindings, you know that Rome’s burning or will be soon enough. But there’s still something to fight for in this wretched world. Oh, it’s Henry. Well, Henry thanks you. Excuse us. Hard to be invisible with the greatest lady magnet in the history of the species strapped to you. The Fifth Season, Gone Girl, Seabiscuit. Okay, I’m stumped. Why those? Who are you? Oh, Henry, okay. All right, it’s okay. Shh, shh, shh.” — Joe Goldberg

“Hi. Yeah. I’d like to apply for a library card. Good.” — Joe Goldberg

Love Quinn, You, Netflix, A+E Studios, Alloy Entertainment, Berlanti Productions, Man Sewing Dinosaur, Warner Horizon Television, Victoria Pedretti
Love Quinn, You, Netflix, A+E Studios, Alloy Entertainment, Berlanti Productions, Man Sewing Dinosaur, Warner Horizon Television, Victoria Pedretti

Love Quinn

“I wolf you. We can be together now. No, I’m pregnant.”

“Hey. Hi. Henry. Forty Quinn-Goldberg.”

“Welcome home, Forty. Maybe we can use his real name. We’re a family. Okay, okay, okay. Joe.”

“I’m fine. Mom, his name is Henry. Okay. I’m Love. Yeah. Yeah. Well, newborn, you know. She’s lucky I didn’t stab her in the eye. Let’s go. Want some? Hey, Natalie! I don’t get what her problem is. Our neighbor, Natalie. She didn’t give us a housewarming gift, nothing when Forty was born. No, no, I’m just tired. And this place is a mess. And Sherry just said to my face… basically, that I’m a mess. Just fucking let me do it, Joe. Joe. Joe. It’s fine. Come on. Let’s go. Let’s go. You know, babies can tell when your heart’s not in it. No. I’m sorry. It’s all in my head. Go fuck yourself.”

“Where are you going? Great, feed Henry. I got winded up ten stairs. I need to hit a gym. Hi. Nice to meet you. Yeah. Fucking kicked my ass. Same. I had quite the journey. Is it just me or is everyone calling me fat? Yeah? Yeah, I could go for some coffee.”


“So are you gonna chase after her, or could I help you with something? You’ve come to the right place. Fill that out for me. We have a great kids section just in the corner.”

Sherry Conrad, You, Netflix, A+E Studios, Alloy Entertainment, Berlanti Productions, Man Sewing Dinosaur, Warner Horizon Television, Victoria Pedretti

Sherry Conrad

“Aw. My twins had an oral fixation for the record books. Sherry, by the way. Her blog slash podcast slash brand, Heart-Shaped Mistakes– kill me. –is a mecca of humblebragging and superiority fronting as hard-earned wisdom. Quinn-Goldberg? And this is Joe? And Mr. Handsome here is Forty, is it? Crazy it’s taken months for us to meet. Oh, my God. I completely understand. Glad, we’re able to run into each other. We gotta get coffee together, Love. I’ll share all my secrets. You’re doing great. Bye.”

“Oh, Love Quinn! Come hither. Hi. This is Kiki, and this is Andrew. Love’s gorgeous baby boy is, what, seven months? Yeah, yeah, yeah. Love, I was glad to see you in class. Oh, I know. That class is for really fit people, but you’ll get used to it. I had so much baby weight to lose. And would that that even be a pejorative? I mean, beauty doesn’t have a size, Love. Come latte with us. Mm-hm. Amazing. Great! We got a group.”

Natalie Engler


“Hello, neighbor. The car is fine. Shut up and kiss me.”

“Hey, neighbor. You must be so under-slept. I hear your baby crying all the time. No, no. Babies cry. Just… I get why you might be sleeping in a grocery store parking lot. Here. I thought I’d save you a trip. One more thing. Don’t believe the bullshit about breastfeeding preventing pregnancy. My sister got knocked up so fast. Friends tell friends. So…”

Dottie Quinn

“All you ever have to do is keep your brother safe. You failed.”

“Joe. Joe. That’s your cue. It’s time to cut the umbilical cord. Karma. God owed us a boy.”

“I’m here. Where’s my perfect boy. Look what Glamma got Forty. Well, Henry sounds like he needs a change. I’ll do it. If you just, uh… take a few photos for my feed.”


“I know. Hi. Hh, I miss that age. It was. It really was. No, no, no.”


“I think someone– like, I think maybe… I mean, much worse than yours. Oh, oh, no.”

Guinevere Beck

“Rot in there, you psychotic asshole.”

Joe’s mom

“What did you do?”


“Congratulations, dad. It’s a boy.”

Nurse 2

“And what’s out future president’s name? Does he have a middle name? Oh, probably just shy. Kept the goods hidden.”

Group Home 1

“Joey! Where’s your mama now? Come get some. What are you scared of? You freak!”

Group home 2

“Run, you little bitch! Run, you little bitch! Get him! Come on, Joey! Open the door. Come get what’s coming to you. Teacher! Run!”

Group Home Teacher

“Boys! What’s going on here? Boys! What did–?”


“Natalie! Oh, my God,”

Library Attendee

“Oh, what’s little man’s name? I dated a Henry. Henrys are great.”


“Hey, hey. Joe, Joe. Let me in. Hey, it’s me, it’s me. Let me in. Dude, you okay? Bro, why do you do this to yourself? You asked for it. Quit saying your mom’s coming back. If she cared, would you be here? Fine. Just shut up about it, okay? The rest of us are trying to deal with how no one fucking wants us. Face it. When our parents gave us up, they threw us away forever, man.”

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