Frasier: Are you, uh, are you going to make a move in our lifetime?
Norm: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Frasier: Oh, come on, Norm. Why don't you just give up? You're finished.
Woody: Well, not necessarily. He could move this piece over to here.
Frasier: My God, Woody, that's brilliant. You're suggesting that after two futile interpositions, he attempt to force unobstructed access to the eighth rank.
Woody: Well, no, I'm saying he should take your horsey with his little pointy-headed guy. [Norm makes a move] No, not that one.
Frasier: Too late! Checkmate!
[cackles]