Cliff: Anybody seen my gum? Left it around here somewhere.
Norm: What'd you take your gum out for?
Cliff: To give my mouth a rest, you know.
Frasier: Dear Diary, today it finally happened.
Norm: Wood, can I have another... Oh! Cliff, I think I found your gum. This is a new jacket, too, man.
Frasier: Well, Norm, you know, might I suggest that you ice it and then try to scrape the bulk of it off with a razor blade, and maybe that way you can save it.
Cliff: Oh, no, that's okay, Frasier. I was about to get a new piece anyway.
Norm: Sounds like a lot of work, Frasier, I don't know.
Frasier: Well, alternatively, you could wait several years for the resins to break down, the gum to harden and fall off by itself.
Norm: [lifts his arm to drink his beer] I seem to have my full range of movement. I can wait.