Sam

You're over an hour late. I passed up two easy fish waiting here for you. That makes me poorer by two dollars.

Not playing games here, got no time for that. Life's got no time for your little boy games. Leave all that nonsense at home when you come here.

Alright, gonna put it on speed today. I ain't stopping to give you any little tips either. You sink or swim on your own today, cause I'm not always gonna be there to hold your hand for ya.

Alright, you ready for the real thing? You read to come get it? You ready to come take it from your old man, you ready to be the king?

Anything lost can be found again, except for time wasted.

You're playing each piece like losing it hurts. This ain't checkers. You want my king, you got to come get my king. All these other pieces are just the means to do it.

Your queen is just a pawn with some fancy moves, nothing more.

Good, it's better. Still gonna kick your ass, but it's better.

Chess ain't fun, boy, how many times do I gotta tell you that? Don't you listen to a word I say?

Well you don't, so you be well served to retain some of the knowledge I'm imparting to you, rather than giving me all this hard ass street attitude bullshit.

Means something to who? You had a career before the third comic book movie, before people began to forget who was inside the bird costume. You're doing a play based on a book that was written 60 years ago, for a thousand rich old white people whose only real concern is gonna be where they go to have their cake and coffee when it's over. And let's face it, Dad, it's not for the sake of art. It's because you want to feel relevant again. Well, there's a whole world out there where people fight to be relevant every day. And you act like it doesn't even exist! Things are happening in a place that you willfully ignore, a place that has already forgotten you. I mean, who the fuck are you? You hate bloggers. You make fun of Twitter. You don't even have a Facebook page. You're the one who doesn't exist. You're doing this because you're scared to death, like the rest of us, that you don't matter. And you know what? You're right. You don't. It's not important. You're not important. Get used to it.