I want to tell you your fortune. [Take her hand and write your phone number on it.] Your future is clear.
If LOVE was written on every grain of sand in the Sahara Desert that still doesn't equal my love for you.
I think I'm in heaven because you look like an angel. Can you take off your shirt so that I can check for wings?
According to the second law of thermodynamics, you're supposed to share your hotness with me.