Yes, it’s our beloved The Big Lebowski as if written by That Bard Guy. An excerpt proffered here from The Knave himself:
Let me not to the marriage of false impressions deny impediments. I am not Master Lebowski; thou art Master Lebowski. I am the Knave, called the Knave. Or His Knaveness, or mayhap Knaver, or mayhap El Knaverino, in the manner of the Spaniard, if brevity be not in thy soul nor wit. A Knave by any other name would abide just as well.
It gets better than that. If you can possibly imagine that.