Keith: Hey, girl! Why don't you stand up and wrap your arms around a real man? [she scoffs] Okay, well, check it out, check it out, check it out. I got four words for you. Ho-li-day Inn. Come on, girl, you know you want to.
Will: Excuse me, miss, is this abrasive Negro bothering you?
Shawna: Yes, as a matter of fact, he is.
Will: Allow me. [grabs Keith] Now, you look here, buddy. You have no business bothering this sweet young lady. Now you apologize and don't make me take off my belt.
Keith: Okay, not the belt, man. Not the belt, man. I'll be cool. All right, look, I'm sorry, okay?
Will: Now, you get out of her face, now! Look, miss, I'd just like to apologize on behalf of my gender for his rude behavior.
Shawna: That's okay.
Will: No, it's not. He had no reason to act like that. I'm sorry.
Shawna: It's okay.
Will: Look, could I call you sometime?
Shawna: Yeah. [hands Will his card] Call me.