Just call me transit and ride me until you get off.
Let’s build consensus for the master plan of our love.
I love you like Jane Jacobs loved front stoops.
Has anybody ever told you you have the face of a Daniel Burnham and the body of a Fredrick Law Olmstead?
There is no off-ramp for my feelings for you.
Better take off that green belt, because I want to sprawl all over you.
You can come to my house and read “The Green Bible” anytime.
Hey girl, gropius this.
Would you like to be my next case study?
What is your sign?
You must be a pedestiran… you have right of way to my heart.
Will you be my prime consultatnt?
Hey girl, come to my town, we need a city beautiful movement.
Let’s get your form to follow my function.
Let’s take this relationship from conecpt to construction.
I’m an urban planner. I design cities.
Can we try three? In the HOV I mean.
Jane Jacobs might have her eyes on the street, but I keep mine only on you.
You are both beautiful and sublime.
Hey girl, we might be wrong, but it feels so Frank Lloyd Wright.
Let’s make like Frank Gehry and crumple some sheets.
Let’s go back to your place and make the Floor Area Ratio 1 to 1
Hey girl, you shot an Eero through my heart.
This bike lane is built for two.
There is nothing more critical than my need to be with you.
Can you help me subdivide my property?
You are special exception.
I know Peter Eisenman says that Architecture is autonomous, but I can’t imagine it without you.
Do you live 500 feet away from an elementary school? Because I like to establish some adult uses at your place.
Baby, your design elements are an A$$et to this community.
My heart is a Shoupista… there’s always a spot for you.
You are the starchitect of my life.
What’s love got to ledoux with it?
I don’t care if we are post-human as long as I don’t have to be post-you.
Is there raum in your plans for me? Because I want get loos with you.
I gotta apply for a variance, because I want to get into your zone.
You can be the defined void, and I will be the isolated solid.
Hey, if you don’t go out with me, I’ll see to it that your house is below BFE in a Flood Zone and have your home bulldozed.
Forget the seven lamps, let’s burn the midnight oil?
Hey girl, I’m a heat island for you.
Hey girl, that reminds me, how do we get from bauhaus to your house.
My heart is zoned exclusively for you.
You are my utopia.
What you say we go back to my place so I can mitigate your wetlands?
Let’s make this stroad a Lover’s Lane.
You induce demand within my pants.
May I have permission to erect a structure on your private property?
Let me I deleuze myself in your eyes.
Let me show you how less can be more.
I’m just perret-ing that one of these stairs leads to you.
B-spline my valentine?
Hejduk girl, I can’t mask my love for you.
Can I plut into your city?
I’m lavin you in those jeans.
I believe your house is in a 2 person per dwelling minimum. I can help you comply.