Guy: You are so rude! Girl: How am I being rude? Guy: Because you're looking so fine and not telling me your name.
I don't know if you study the stars, but the odds that you're coming home with me are astronomical.
Guy: Can I see your hand? I want to tell you your fortune (taking girl's hand and writing phone number on it) Guy: There's your future.
When I'm eighty, I'll look back on three big things in my lifes: getting married, having kids and the first time i layed eyes on you.
Boy: (Mimicking the sound of an ambulance) Girl: Why are you doing that? Boy: It's the ambulance. The paramedics are coming to pick me up after I saw you, my heart just stopped.