Ross: Look, honey, I have tried
to make nice, it doesn’t work.
Rachel: Okay, look, Ross, I
realise that my Father is difficult, but that’s why you have got to
be the bigger man here.
Ross: Look sweetie, I could be
the bigger man, I could be the biggest man, I could be a big, huge,
giant man, and it still wouldn’t make any difference, except that I
could pick your Father up and say “Like me! Like me tiny
doctor!”