Leonard: How could you possibly think that the Nimzovich defense would work against me? You tried it two games ago, and I slaughtered you. You tried it four games ago, and I slaughtered you. Seriously, how do you find your way home at night? [his opponent gets up and walks away] What? Where- Where you going? What? Oh, okay! Who wants to play? Eddie, come on. I'll tell you what. I'll hit myself in the head with a rock. I'll even it out. No? Chubbo? You can eat with one hand, play with the other. Oh, I can't believe this. You're all cowards. Hey, funny-looking kid, you want to learn how to play chess?
Malcolm: No, thanks.
Leonard: Come on. Look, it's not that hard. See, this one looks like a pretty little horsey.
Malcolm: I know what a knight is. I also know how to counter a Nimzovich defense without leaving my queen's bishop wide open. Your whole left flank was Swiss cheese. [starts walking away]
Leonard: Hey, junior champion. Read your Kasparov. The second you go after my bishop, you can kiss your rook and two pawns bye-bye! Oh, okay, I get it. You're scared to play me!
Malcolm: Yeah, I'm really scared of some troll in the park beating me at chess.
Leonard: Evidently, you are!
Malcolm: Now you're confusing fear with pity. Fear triggers a fight or flight response while pity allows me to turn my back and walk away with a sadness for your misery!
Leonard: I would've kicked your ass.
Malcolm: All right, that's it. [runs back]
Stevie: Couldn't see... that coming.