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.