Penelope: Used to? You don't do that anymore? What are you doing instead? Max: [after a pause] Beating you at chess. Penelope: I warned you I'd kill her. Max: Well that's great, because, you know what? As soon as my guys hear what you've done... Penelope: The game will be over, your Queen'll be dead. Max: My King's still pretty... active. You know? Penelope: Once the Queen is dead, the King is useless. Max: What's that about? Penelope: I don't know. Maybe he's too depressed to fight. He really loved her, you know.
