Ask a woman for the time. “10:30? So today is January 10,1999, at 10:30 PM, thanks I just wanted to be able to remember the exact moment that I met you.”
A song from your lips is an aria from heaven.
All this could be yours for one low, low price!
Apart from being sexy, what do you do for a living?
Are you a parking ticket? (What?) You got fine written all over you.
Are you a tamale? ‘Cause you’re hot.
As she’s leaving….Hey aren’t you forgetting something? She: What? Me!
Baby did you fart, ’cause you blow me away!
Baby, if you were words on a page, you’d be what they call fine print
Baby, somebody better call God, cuz he’s missing an angel!
Baby, you must be a broom, cause you just swept me off my feet.
Baby, you’re so sweet, you put Hershey’s outta business.
Baby, you’re the next contestant in the game of love.
Can i get your picture to prove to all my friends that angels really do exist?
Can I have directions? [“To where?”] To your heart.
Champaign can be tickly, and so can I.
(Close hand with nothing inside and give it to her) It’s my breath from when you took it away (open palm while saying this).
Coffee? Tea? Me?
Damn, if being sexy was a crime, you’d be guilty as charged!
Did the sun come out or did you just smile at me?
Did you have Campbell’s soup today? (she answers yes/no) Because you’re lookin’ mmm… mmm… good!
