Your pitch must have hit me because I'm feeling a little faint.
I'm the type girl that'll let you score behind home plate.
You get me harder than Joe Buck was after Jeter went 2-2.
You've obi-wandered into my heart.
Your willingness to discuss Harry Potter with me greatly increases the probability that I'll let you Slytherin my Chamber of Secrets, and that's not just the Butterbeer talking.
I'm a bit tired, so can we just play your backside tonight?
Baby stop with diet coke, you've got plenty of ASSpertame.
Why don't we go back to my place and find my Dragonballs?
Do you know what a Timberwolf is? (No.) That's a guy that chases a girl up a tree and kisses her in-between the limbs.
I can take my eyes off you.