Carol: It's impossible. It's just impossible.
Susan: What is, honey?
Carol: What that woman did. I am not doing that! It's just going to have to stay in, that's all. Everything will be the same. It'll just stay in.
Ross: Carol, honey. Everything's going to be all right.
Carol: Oh, what do you know? No one's going up to you saying, "Hi, is that your nostril? Mind if we push this pot roast through it?!"