Chandler: Ah, perfection. Wouldn't change a thing. Not a thing.
Monica: Honey?
Chandler: Yeah?
Monica: About that. I'm going to change.
Chandler: Yes, but, honey, you don't have to.
Monica: I'm gonna get bigger.
Chandler: Honey, I I love your breasts the way they are.
Rachel: Ugh. Fascist.