Will: Baby, what you doing?
Monique: Will, I can't do this. I better go.
Will: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Baby, what's the problem?
Monique: You really turn me on.
Will: What's the problem?
Monique: I don't know, Will. I really thought that I could handle all this but I can't, so we better stop.
Will: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Baby, some things just ain't that easy to stop.
Monique: I know, and it isn't that easy for me either but, Will, I want you. But I guess deep down inside I'm just an old-fashioned girl. I want to be married before I go all the way. You understand, don't you?
Will: Look, Monique, I'd love to talk, but there ain't no blood in my brain.