You are not just an art but a masterpiece.
You're drop-dead gorgeous.
I wonder what you taste like.
Make out with me because I'm the finest thing you have seen all night.
You smell that? Smells like love.
Do you smell smoke? I think it's because you are smoking hot.
Baby, you're the honey on my bunches of oats!
It's not the size of the staff that matters, but the magic within.
Can I have your autograph? (Why?) Well, you are Miss America, aren't you?
I'll give you a minute to give me your phone number. After that, you can forget about going out with me.