Beth Harmon | The Queen's Gambit | 7 Rings

Do I start now? Are you sure you want to do this? I'm sure. Isn't it intimidating? To be a girl, among all those men. We don't have a women's section. I should have known better. Yes, you should have. I don't think so. Maybe, if you'd gotten here on time, who would you get that from, a fortune cookie? Son of a bitch. Again? Again. No. On her. And that meant something to me. It meant that it was possible. For us. You lose the queen that way, you resign. I resign. I resign with you. I'm not obsessing with the way one has to be to win it all. The way you are. You have to get past me first. Does that mean you think you can beat him? I'm planning on that too. It means that I have to beat him. Draw? Draw. Miss Harmon, what do you say to those in the chess federation who accuse you of being too glamorous to be a serious chess player? I would say that it's much easier to play chess without the breaking of an Adam's apple. How old are you? How old were you? How old did you get? Don't answer that. Don't tell. You're astounding. You are a perfect girl. One day, but Elizabeth Harmon, she loves to win. I may have just played the best chess player of my life.