Are you french-horny for my trom-boner?
I'm in the mood for pizza... a pizza you, that is!
You make me happier than when I look at my alarm clock and realize I've got two more hours of sleep.
Are you my appendix? Because I don't understand how you work, but this feeling in my stomach makes me want to take you out.
(give a dozen plastic roses) "I'll stop loving you, when these roses die".
Swear to drunk I'm not God...just intoxicated by you.
(Guy closing hand with nothing inside and showing it to girl): It's my breath from when you took it away.
What is the best compliment you've ever received so I know how to flatter you in the future?
Come live in my heart, and pay no rent.
Baby, you're the next contestant in the game of love.