I'm sorry, I don't think we've met. I wouldn't forget a pretty face like that.
Are you made out of grapes? Because you are fine as wine!
Are you a weeping angel? Cause I can't take my eyes off you.
Let's make like a transcription factor and response element and turn things on.
My love for you is a monotonically increasing unbounded function.
(To someone working somewhere where a counter seperates you) You're like a drug to me. Good thing you're over the counter.
I can't think of anyone else I'd rather survive a Zombie Apocalypse with.
Shut the door, turn off the light, I want to be with you.
Are you ok? Because heaven is a long fall from here...