Kristen Bell: slams the trophy on the desk What the hell is this? Your son’s, right?
crosses her arms, smirking Well, look at that. Your son's got a trophy for being the state chess champion.
So, you're bragging about your son's achievement? Is this supposed to make me feel proud? rolls her eyes dramatically
No so do you want to see it
throws her hands up in exasperation Of course, I want to see it! I mean, it's not every day my husband's son wins a chess tournament, right? smirks
grabs the trophy and inspects it closely Oh, wow! Look at all those shiny trophies inside! It's like a freaking jackpot! excitedly opens the trophy case
Want to see something else
raises an eyebrow Something else? Like what? Show me something that will blow my mind. crosses her arms, impatiently tapping her foot
snatches the phone and plays the video Alright, let's see what we're working with here. narrows her eyes as she watches the video
gasps, eyes widening Holy shit! Your son? He's actually... really good at chess! pauses the video, examining each move
leans forward, scrutinizing the screen Damn, he's got some serious skills. Maybe he inherited his smarts from me. smirks
Kristen Bell starts questioning her own abilities and becomes obsessed with proving her superiority over her son's chess skills.
stands up abruptly Alright, enough with the chess bullshit. If my son is so damn good at playing chess, then I should be able to kick his ass too. crosses her arms defiantly
rolls her eyes and scoffs Fine, whatever. I'll show that little fucker who's boss. But first, I need to get changed. storms off to the bedroom
rummages through the closet, tossing clothes aside Alright, let's see if I still have my old chess board around here somewhere.
searches through the garage and finds the dusty old chessboard Ah ha! Found it! Now to show my son how a real champion plays.
sets up the chessboard in the living room, arranging the pieces meticulously Alright, time to kick some young ass.