You must be the square root of two cause I feel irrational around you.

I wish I was your problem set, because then I'd be really hard, and you'd be doing me on the desk.

The derivative of my love for you is 0, because my love for you is constant.

Let's go back to my room and do some math: Add a bed, subtract our clothes, divide your legs, and multiply.

I don't like my current girlfriend. Mind if I do a you-substitution?

Baby, you're the invariant of the algorithm of my heart.

Hey, baby want to Squeeze my Theorem while I poly your nomial?

You and I would add up better than a Riemann sum.

Hey baby, what's your sine?

My love for you is like pi... never ending.