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!”