At the chess club, Joan is playing chess against some young chess punk while the teacher yammers on about some "struggle on in the face of adversity" crap. Whatever, Teachy. He comes over to watch Joan's game as she makes a move. Her partner says, "Interesting...Fianchetto." Joan complains she has no idea what she's doing. Her partner is wearing an über-dorky printed turtleneck sweater. He scorns Joan's apparent confusion: "Yeah, like I'm falling for that." Joan: "The horse can jump people, right?" Turtleneck: "That's funny." The teacher asks how it's going. Turtleneck comments, "She's bold. Kudos for the Dresden variation. But I'm about to take her queen." Joan wonders which one the queen is. Turtleneck: "Oh yeah, you're psyching me out." Joan moves a piece -- I can't see which one -- and asks, "Can I do that?" Turtleneck: "Whoa! I should have seen that!" He gets up from the table and walks out, saying, "I should have seen it!" He storms out, complaining about being bested in six moves by a girl. Get a grip, boy. Also? Join the twenty-first century. Women wear pants and own property and shit. Joan asks, "What happened? Did I win?" The teacher sits opposite her and asks, "Who do you study with?" Joan says she doesn't study: "I tried to read a book." He laughs, not buying a word of it: "Where have you been, Ms. Girardi?"