Come back to my place and you can call me The Master.
Are you made of Nickel, Cerium, Arsenic and Sulfur? Because you've got a NiCe AsS!
You make me wish I weren't gay!
Are you a keyboard? Because you're my type!
Can I swim in your eyes on a hot summer day?
I've got a big one, you wanna see how hard it works?
Hey baby, you've got something on your butt: MY EYES.
What do you want for Christmas? A date with you!
It's not the size of the staff that matters, but the magic within.
Was your father a mechanic? Then how did you get such a finely tuned body?