Flattery Prints

Massage parlour offering therapeutic, Swedish, and ego massages.

'How do you expect me to remember. . . when every year you look younger?'

"Your Honor, has anyone ever told you what a wry, sensuous mouth you have?"

Rudy, do you have a sec to chat? Did you just call me Rudy? It seems I did. You didn't call me geek, or loser, or knucklehead. You want something. You need a favor, don't you? You're kissing up to me! This is going to be very painful. I answer only to computer king love stud.

"Hey ladies...you're looking super nice... Is that a new outfit? Foxy!"

"Talk nerdy to me."

"I'll bet your're a Taurus. Right?"

Romance

"When you say that love is in the air, you're referring to the smells from the food trucks, right?"

Why we need poetry. . .

"Call me?"

I only have eyes for you

'The heart and eyes feel nothing, but the stomach and ears are completely infatuated.'

'Fancy a game of five-a-side, boys?'

'I met my wife in unfortunate circumstances. I was single.'

"Wow, I just love the way you waddle!"

You are my sunshine!

"I don't understand it! My nerd detector's going crazy!"

'Your place or mine?'

"I wanna be your lapdog."

'Did you just hear that? We are now and endangered species and mating is now our top priority!'

Pretty girls listen patiently. They know you'll soon get tongue-tied and won't be able to talk anymore.

'Tomorrow we'll look back on this as a night to remember.'

"No, you dismantle your nuclear arsenal first."

Barman In Love.

"Well, what are you doing after the millennium?"

'I think I've scored.'

'This must be heaven, because you sure look like an angel....'

'Let's go to your place. I cook, I clean and then we can have a meaningful shag.'

'They're not beer stains. This is actually a 'Rorschach test' patterned shirt.'

"You're the woman of one of my dreams."

'Is that a suspicious package in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?'

"Call me, Ishmael."

"Why don't you move over here, Mr. Lowery, where you'll be closer to everything."

'Half o' mild and a bag of pork scratchings - you're grooming me, aren't you?'