You must be a mirage because you're so beautiful and I'm having a heatstroke.
You must be a high test score, because I want to take you home and show you to my mother.
You must be in a wrong place – the Miss Universe contest is over there.
I always thought it was just a fairy tale. But now I realize you really are made from sugar, spice and everything nice.
I want to tell you your fortune. [Take her hand and write your phone number on it.] Your future is clear.
Are you a pulmonary embolism? 'Cause I can't breathe when I'm around you.
I can figure out the square root of any number in less than 10 seconds. What? You don't believe me? Well, then, let's try it with your phone number.
Do you want to have good sex? [No!] Well then come to my place!
I can't wait for you mom to say, "He/She could do better..." after meeting me.
Hey, If we get to talking i bet we'll have similar interests...