Will: Wait, whoa, wait, whoa, whoa. What do you mean you're never going to see him again? You was just saying how dope he was.
Hilary: He has a mole.
Will: Hilary, wait a minute. I sit in class with this man all day, every day, and I ain't ever seen no mole.
Hilary: Well, I hardly noticed it too. But as the night went on, it got bigger and bigger until it was all I could see. Oh, it was disgusting.
Will: Hey, Hilary, wait a minute. You can't just dump this guy because of a tiny physical imperfection. I mean, you ain't perfect yourself, girl.
Hilary: [giggles] Oh, stop.