So, Mr. Bennet Pellows. You’re hot stuff. The talk of the local chess scene. You’re taking your lessons from Larry the Grandmaster. You’ve made a habit of trashing masters at the club. And now you’re finally going to cross swords with me next Tuesday.
Yeah, you’re on the way up and I’m on the way down. You’re excited about turning twenty and I’ve already done it twice. You’ll be rated over 2200 by the end of the year, and I’ll be under 2000 again after this month’s tourney.
Well, let me tell you something, buddy boy. You whippersnappers don’t have all the answers, ya hear me? I was playing the Blumenfeld before you knew the horse from the castle! I was studying Tal when you were soiling your Huggies! So don’t expect me to just roll over and play dead just because I nearly am! [pauses to catch & reinsert dentures.] I’ll knock the stuffing out of ya! I’ll tear ya limb from limb! I’ll – whoo – maybe I should sit down. Hey, anybody got an aspirin?