Beth Harmon | The Queen's Gambit | Glitter & Gold

Good night, girl. Beth. Home sweet home. Beth Harmon. Shoot. I will win, though. You won't have to suffer much longer. I like the way it feels. Do you mind? I'll put you in beginners. I'm not a beginner. Should we finish this on the board? I don't suppose there's anyone you're afraid of. No, you're good. Girls do not play chess. Beth, dear, it makes you a celebrity. Yeah. For being a girl. Which poor guy are you talking about? Why do they put the girls together? They're not supposed to. Aren't you that kid from Kentucky who wiped out Harry Belafonte? God damn it! Queen. I have no intention of saying anything like this. Why not? Because it's fucking nonsense. Pathetic? Well... I'm looking at pathetic. They told me at midnight when you were marvelous at math. There aren't any greatnesses in a class. You really are something. You know that? Fuck. I'm pretty sure they're fucking. What if you throw the other games you spend all your time against me? And what if I kick you in the crotch? Damn. Let's pretend that you didn't just come picking yourself in Michelangelo. Beth. I have free confidence. I wanted to show that fucking pirate that I could beat him even though I didn't play the way he thought I should. Looks like you're making a lot. Yeah. I guess so. Will you not two turns faster one thing, sir? Am I good enough now? Your match over? Yes. I won. Finished already?