If there was a nuclear apocalypse where only Jessica Alba and I survived and we were tasked with repopulating the world I would rather kill myself than force myself to fornicate with her because I know that our offspring would look like leprosy stricken monstrosities compared to the potential ones that could be made with a heavenly blessed beauty like yourself.
(Guy closing hand with nothing inside and showing it to girl): It's my breath from when you took it away.
This is a test of the emergency pickup line service. Beeeeeeeeeep. If you had been any less beautiful, you would have just heard a bad pickup line.