Are you a keyboard? Because you're my type!
Come back to my place and you can call me The Master.
My other stick curves to the right.
Hey babe, how about a pizza and a f**k? [No] What's wrong, don't you like pizza?
Look out in the night sky. You see that bright light to the right of that red one? That is a comet that is streaking toward here at 34546 miles per hour. At that rate, it will be here in about an hour. So, wanna fuck?
Was your father a mechanic? Then how did you get such a finely tuned body?
We'll probably never see each other again, so let's screw.
Are you made of Nickel, Cerium, Arsenic and Sulfur? Because you've got a NiCe AsS!
My love for you is like diarrhea, I just can't hold it in.
Babe, are you an elevator? Because I want to go down on you.