Hi, I'm writing a term paper on the finer things in life, and I was wondering if I could interview you?
A boy gives a girl 12 roses. 11 real, 1 fake and he says to her " I will stop loving you when all the roses die"
If I were a stop light, I'd turn red everytime you passed by, just so I could stare at you a bit longer.
Excuse me, you dropped something back there! (What?) This conversation, lets pick it up later tonight.
I'm no mathematician, but I'm pretty good with numbers. Tell you what, Give me yours and watch what I can do with it.