Breathing isn't the only thing that gets hard when I'm next to you.
You must be a time lord, because you have two hearts...Yours and mine.
I hope you're into cyborg-human relations, because I'm feeling like a machine right now.
Open up your hangar, My starfighter needs refueling.
That skeleton over there said he'd get your number for me, but he didn't have the guts, so here I am.
You must be Cinderella, because i see that dress disappearing by midnight.
Thinking about you is like breathing. It can't stop and it's essential for my survival.
Hey, I lost my phone number... Can I have yours?
I love you beyond a reasonable doubt.
What a fine gown you're wearing, my lady. Perchance may I talk you out of it?