Maybe now you could give me oral assurances of firmness, and later on we might see about talking about anticipatory breach.
I love you like a drunk girl loves yelling that she's sober at 3am while lying on the floor of a Taco Bell.
I don't need to look at more data. What I'm feeling with you is already statistically significant.
Are you cold? You should be; you've been naked in my mind all night.
You're so hot, I'd let you penetrate my defense.
Did it hurt…when you fell from heaven? Because I know a good personal injury lawyer.
I'm an outfielder – I'll catch you.
Let's drag out this excruciatingly ill-fated romance until there isn't even a remote possibility of salvaging a friendship.
Even if you're A-minor, I'll still play with you.
When I'm seeing double, you're twice as hot.