Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[man sniffs, clears throat]

I'd like to make some money.

-But-- -I'll give you 40 cents a week allowance.

Home sweet home

I will pay you back ten dollars if I win any prize at all.

If you touch it, you have to move it somewhere.

He's right, though. You could use some new clothes.

[Mrs. Wheatley] Beth,

Not originals, of course.

I've played since I was younger than you.

Uh, they arrange it by ratings on the first round.

There's 57 pages about it in the book,

Well, that's the last of the instant coffee.

[girl chuckles]

That's easy enough.

What's a Grandmaster?

[Beth] Mr. Shaibel?

Save up and buy yourself a chess set.

[vacuum cleaner whirring loudly]

[man 2] Someone's always crowding me.

No, Harmon, you won't. You have to play Sizemore or Goldman first.

What you gonna do at night?

-Not exactly. -Put me in the Open.

[groans softly]

I've started menstruating.

You have to get a rating before that happens.

-[car door shuts] -[engine turns over]

but, if you win, they move you up.

There's one here.

[Sizemore clears throat] Ready?

Just give a holler if you need anything.

Well, I still do sometimes.

At the Gibson Hotel, in a double room for 22 dollars a night.

It says here that there is a tournament in Cincinnati,

Where did Mr. Wheatley go?

[sniffs, sighs]

-Is that enough? -To last till the end of October?

Have you joined a club?

[onlookers applauding]