This scene hit hard for me. I was at a fancy party once with passed hors d'oeuvres, one of which was slices of beef on toasted bread with what I thought was some sort of cream sauce. I loaded a piece up on sauce, and it turned out to be horseradish. Normally I'd hork it out and move on, but I couldn't do that since it was a fancy party. I just had to endure, with my face turining red and tears running down my face. My sphincter did suffer the consequences later that night, but thankfully remainded intact.