Leo: There's my girl.
Donna: Hi, Leo. Leo, you didn't have to get me chocolates.
Leo: Chocolates? That's my lunch.
Donna: Leo, look. I'm really flattered that you like me, but I can't be your girlfriend.
Leo: Is it because I'm Black?
Donna: You're not Black.
Leo: So, it's not that then. I know what it is. You like that Randy guy.
Donna: What? No, I don't.
Leo: Yes, you do. So I think maybe it's best if we stop seeing each other.
Donna: Wait a minute, you're breaking up with me?
Leo: I'm sorry, but I just can't date a racist.