You must be part leprechaun because everything you touch turns to gold.
Well, lA$$, we’re the only ones still standing. How about a go?
I’d be delighted if you shared this magical pot of gold with me.
I caught a leprechaun today but I’ll let you have him because he did his job: I was lucky enough to meet you.
If you don’t sleep with me, the leprechauns have already won!
LA$$ie, it’s your ancestral duty to drive the snake out of my pants!
St. Patrick’s Day is like Valentine’s Day with beer, so let’s drink to love.
Why don’t you come catch a leprechaun with me. Maybe together we’ll get Lucky!
You look magically delicious and I just happen to be a cereal dater.
Kiss me, I’m NOT Irish!!!
My lips are like the Blarney Stone. Kiss them for good luck and the gift of the gab.
Well, ye caught me, lA$$! Now I can grant ye one wish, as long as it involves S#x.
You’re wearing green, I’m wearing green, we have so much in common that we should get together and go out sometime.
Come over to my place and I’ll show you my Lucky Charms.
St. Patrick blessed me with luck today because I stumbled upon someone as hot as you.
Want a pint of green beer?
Did my eyes just turn green? Because when I see you, I feel like I’m getting lucky.
Well you caught me lA$$ie! Now I can grant ye one wish, as long as it involves a date.
How would you like to help put the Irish Spring back into me step?
Well, ye caught me, lA$$! Now I can grant ye one wish, as long as it involves my little leprechaun.
Is that a green snake in your pants or are you just happy to see me?
I’m ‘Dublin’ my efforts to get you to go out with me.
Come over to my place and I’ll show you me Lucky Charms.
Top of the morning to you… actually, I’d like to be on top of you in the morning.
Why don’t you come catch a leprechaun with me. Maybe together we’ll get lucky!
I’m Dublin my efforts to get you to go out with me.
It doesn’t take a Guinness to realize you’re the best-looking guy here.
Irish you were my lover.
My lips are like the Blarney Stone – kiss them for good luck.
Hey baby, you make my shamrock shake.
Kiss me, I’m Irish.
I don’t have four leaves, but if you pluck me, I’ll give you luck!
Tip o’ the Trojan to ye!
Is that a shillelagh in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?
So you actually kissed the Blarney Stone? Tongue or no tongue?
Are you from Ireland? ‘Cause my D!¢K’s-a-Dublin!
You look magically delicious, and I just happen to be a cereal lovemaker.
How’d you like to help put the Irish Spring back into me shillelagh?
Come on! Let’s drink green beer. Let’s do green jello shots. Where is your St. Patrick’s Day spirits?
Did you know what a real Irishman wears under his kilt? Nothing … Irishmen don’t wear kilts.
Don’t tell anybody, but I have a fridge full of Shamrock shakes back in my apartment, I’m taking one person at a time.
Everyone keeps talking about this Kelly Green lady. Are you her? No? Then what is your name?
Forget the wearing of the green and let’s get right to the wearing of your A$$ like a hat!
How many Leprechauns does it take to break the ice? None, I’m [insert your name].
I gave up beer and beautiful strangers for Lent. Glad I’m not Catholic.
I may not have four leaves, but if you kiss me, I’ll bring you luck!
I thought your smile was the shimmer from a pot of gold so I followed it and found something as bright and beautiful as a rainbow at the end: YOU.
I understand you’re catholic, so pull down my zipper and I’ll introduce you to my holy trinity.
I’d appreciate it if you kissed me today even if it’s just based on my ethnicity.
I’m “Dublin” my efforts to get you to go out with me.
I’m hoping to get lucky with a real blonde so would you lift up your skirt and show me if you have a pot of gold.
I’m Irish, wanna taste my lucky charms?
I’m Irish! Do you have any Irish in you? Would you like some?
If you don’t go on a date with me, the leprechauns have already won!
Interested in 50 shades of green?
Irish you were naked.
Is that a snake in your pants or are you just happy to see me?
It doesn’t take a Guinness to realize you’re the best-looking guy/girl here.
Let’s go out again so we can share a pot of gold. Tequila gold, that is.
Little known fact: St. Patrick invented green beer, peeing in the street and awkward introductions. Hi, I’m [insert name].
The idiot bartender served us one too many of these traditional Irish beers, I think it’s pronounced Gih-ness. You want it?
Top of the morning to you. Beg your pardon, I’d like to be on top of you in the morning.
Top of the morning. Wanna screw?
Wanna pet my Irish setter. You’re making him stand at attention.
Well you caught me lA$$ie! Now I can grant ye one wish, as long as it involves a date!
Why don’t you be like St. Patrick and drive the snake out of my pants?
Yes, it’s a shillelagh in my pocket, and, yes, I am happy to meet you.
You make me feel like I’m the Republic of Ireland because since I started looking at you, my peπ!s is Dublin.
You make my pants want to get up and Riverdance.
You’ve already had seven Irish car bombs (Green beers)? Brilliant!
You’re my pot of gold . . .and I’d like to make a deposit.
Your name must be Danny Boy, cause your pipe is calling me.
Yow, St. Pat must have chased all the snakes to this place.