I took a bite on a piece of crisp rasher rind last week and broke off one of my front teeth, right down to the gum, my resemblance to Pogue front man Shane Mc Gowan was immediate.
I went straight to my dentist (a young slip of a girl) who told me that the good news was that there was enough root there to crown it, the bad news was that the job was going to cost about a thousand Euros.

Groucho Marx when faced with the same dilemma had an excellent reposte;
“Cavity emptor,let the biter beware!”