I’d queue at Chin Chin for you.
News_Image_File: Ahhhhh … s**t.
Your eyes are shining! Brain fever?
I’ll love you until Fletcher retires.
I’ve got five thousand pounds a year.
You like Underbelly? Want to see mine?
If you were a carriage, you’d be a hansom.
Without you I’m lost like a cabbie on the Calder.
Want to use my myki? You can touch me off any time.
Do you have a S#xtant? Because I’m lost in your eyes.
Are you from Andover? Would you ‘andover your address?
Have you read Madame Bovary? Wanna go for a carriage ride?
Your skin is like alabaster….your leeches must work overtime!
Do I have scarlet fever, or is it you who is making me so delirious?
Yes, that is a souvlaki in my pocket. But I’m also pleased to see you.
Are you on your way to a fancy dress ball? Because you look like an angel.
I’m looking for someone to sweep my chimney, and I like the look of your brush.
That dress is very becoming on you. But then, if I were on you, I would also be highly aroused to the point of paroxysm.
And what if an adventurous Victorian woman happens to see a gentleman she likes? Perhaps she might use one of these winning lines.