I hope you're into cyborg-human relations, because I'm feeling like a machine right now.
I could get you undressed in less than 12 parsecs.
Open up your hangar, My starfighter needs refueling.
That skeleton over there said he'd get your number for me, but he didn't have the guts, so here I am.
You must be Cinderella, because i see that dress disappearing by midnight.
Thinking about you is like breathing. It can't stop and it's essential for my survival.
You might be the DROID I'm looking for.
Does your left eye hurt? Because you've been looking right all day.
You must be a high test score, because I want to take you home and show you to my mother.
Excuse me, is it true that you're a sexual tyrannosaurus?