Meet me at Ma’s.
Real Chili later?
Wanna ride my hog?
I slept with Bambi.
Wanna see my pet love rock?
Wanna walk on my Grand Avenue?
Want to use my Sam’s Club card?
Beer battered or broiled, baby?
Actually, come over here, once.
Oh sure, I know Paul Piaskoski.
Can I explore your deep tunnel.
Didn’t I meet you at Summerfest?
Let’s tie one on at Miller Park.
Is that a new Packers sweatshirt?
I know a place we can bowl naked.
Ever been atop of the clock tower?
You + Me + Tiki Love Bowl = Forever
Hey baby, I’m a Packers shareholder.
Have you seen my D!¢K Bacon tribute?
I want you like Chachi wanted Joani.
Hey … wanna watch my softball game?
I just had my back shaved, wanna see?
You’re tastier than Mama Mia herself.
I was once hung up on by Mark Belling.
You put the spice in Spice House, baby.
I’ve seen the Mayor’s Executive Branch.
Oh baby, you’re giving me a Shorewoody.
Buddy Squirrel has nothing on me, baby.
Wanna skinny dip in the Milwaukee River?
I’d love to hoan in on your bridge, baby.
My buddy knows the Famous Racing Sausages.
I lived downtown before downtown was cool.
How about you, me and a can of Cheez Whiz?
I was there the day they blew up the Hoan.
How’s about my pepperoni and your cannoli?
Wanna get busy like a pair of Love Monkeys?
That’s right, I helped pay for Miller Park.
Wanna see my TJ Rubley autographed football?
You were born at St. Joseph’s Hospital, too?
One time, I ate at Gilles next to Bud Selig.
I know a great place to get a butter burger.
I buy all my suits at Kohl’s Department Store.
I went to high school with the Violent Femmes.
The Polaris is spinning, let’s go sit and spin.
Wanna go bowling? I’ll let you polish my balls.
Meet me at Schwartz, I’ll show you my Schwantz.
The Brise Soleil is open, baby. Let’s fly away.
Wanna go to the Up and Under and then get down?
Can you believe the price of perch? Cod’s on me.
After the Deer Hunter’ Widow’s Ball: “nice rack.”
Wanna go to Lake Park for a little Pitch ‘n Putt?
Oh sure, I’ve been to dat Gallery Night thing der.
What a coincidence, you smoke Newport Lights, too?
I like my girls like my custard… sweet and thick.
I used to date Julie Stoffer from “The Real World.”
I only hang out at Victor’s to listen to the music.
Can I come over by your place later on tonight, hey?
You’d look great in my Albert the Alley Cat t-shirt.
I’ll show you my Packers tattoo if you show me yours.
They tore down the freeway so let’s have a three-way!
That’s a nice big blue shirt. Can I talk you out of it?
I know where they make a great beer-battered tenderloin.
Miller? I prefer a more upscale beer, like Rolling Rock.
I’ve eaten at both DeMarinis’ restaurants, in one night!
Can you drive? I only have two points left on my license.
Oh sure, I used to go drinking with the old police chief.
Wanna go out to dinner? I got a coupon for Pizza Shuttle.
Let’s go to the Concertina bar and I’ll push your buttons.
I was just admiring your new Green Bay Packers Zubaz pants.
Your eyes are really pretty in the light of the Polish Moon.
I’m an actor. I was in “Reggie’s Prayer” and “Major League.”
Forget the lakefront and check out the festival in my pants.
You can U.S. Bank on it, I’ll be the Firstar you see tonight.
I’ve got a hot tub, and my next door neighbor is Gerry Boyle.
Oh sure, the Outpost, I buy all my low-cholesterol food there.
Oh yeah, I’ve been listening to Reitman and Mueller for years.
I used to play softball for Stormin’ and Vuke’s back in ’80’s.
State Fair opens tonight, I’ll put the cream in your puff baby.
Is that a Pabst in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?
You’re hotter than Sam CA$$ell’s head on a steamy August afternoon.
If you spend the night I’ll make Stone Creek Coffee in the morning.
Do you have a map of Milwaukee? I just keep on getting lost in your eyes.
Are your pants from Discovery World? ‘Cause your butt is out of this world.
Is that a keg of Miller in your pants, ’cause I would like to tap that A$$.
Let’s go to Conejito’s and then drive around the round-a-bout all night long.
You may have seen me before … I am the model for Usinger’s Famous Sausages.
Didn’t I meet you at the old County Stadium? Oh, well, care to go to 4th Base?
Are you a parking ticket? Because you got fine-fine-fine written all over you.
Let’s get naked, and I’ll show you my new move I like to call “The Calatrava.”
Why don’t you pick out something to do? Here, look through the Entertainment Book.
I would take you to Elsa’s but I’d rather go somewhere that accepts the Discover Card.
Your daddy must have worked at the Lopez Bakery, ’cause you’ve got a nice set of buns.
No problem. I can get you backstage to meet Pat McCurdy. Wanna see my Sigmund SnopӘcker?
You and me baby aren’t nothing but mammals, so let’s do it like they do it on Monkey Island.
I had a dream last night that you were wearing nothing but a Cheesehead hat and a Summerfest smile.
Would you like to go somewhere fancy for dinner? I’m thinking something nice, like the Olive Garden?
Was your father in the Milwaukee mafia? ‘Cause someone stole the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes.
You like apples? What do you say we go down by the Lake der and make out once, hey? How do you like them apples?