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'Silent type, eh?'

"C'mon, Sugar, take a walk on the mild side."

Man at bar opens peacock tail to scared looking woman.

"No, you can't have my number but don't worry, I've already got yours!"

'Vocabulary doesn't seem that hard 'til you start trying to use it on girls.'

"Can your Ted come belle ringing tonight?"

'Fancy a good time - no strings attached?'

'Been busy?'

Singles Night: 'No, no, it's not you, the problem's with me - it's just that I'm cursed with good taste.'

"Wanna do lunch?"

'Why, Mr. Marvell! I love it when you talk metaphysically..!'

'Are you trying to play footsie with Miss Pringle again, Arthur?'

'What's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?' 'What's a nice guy like you doing with a face like that?'

"I must be getting old. I can't take yes for an answer."

Your honor, permission to approach the bench, bypass you completely and sit on the witness's lap.

'A penny for your thoughts. Fifty bucks for your panties.'

The lost, then found, then lost again art of seduction.

Man adjusts eye patch so he can see a beautiful woman.

"Courtesy of the gentleman at the bar."

Your chambers or mine?

…So we finally got women to stare at us…now what?... E. A. N. B. Q. R. T. L.

"If someone winks a you forty or fifty times, are they coming on to you?"

I think Armstrong was coming on to me just now. 'Cause he was winking at you? The meaning of a wink depends entirely on context, little buddy. It could mean anything from "I want your body" to "I want you to dispose of this body." As someone who's dated several ladies of the mafia, trust me when I say it's sometimes tough to discern the difference. That's why I always recommend amateurs just ignore all winks. Ok.

This girl I knew from college has been texting me. I'm starting to wonder whether she's flirting. There's an easy way to tell, little buddy: What was the ratio of hot vs. cold words? "Hot words"? Hot. Sweaty. Tingly. Quiver. Melting. Breathe. Heart. Squeezed. Steamy. Crave. Soft. Sparkle. Sensuous. Tremor. If at least two-fifths of the words someone texts you are hot, you're in definite flirt-territory. I don't recognize any of those words.

"Friends with social security benefits inquire"

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"You're a certified sexpert? I'm a certified sexpert, too!"

"It's discretionary income but I occasionally use it for indiscretions."

"Oh, I'm sorry - this is George, the first person at this party I thought I was going home with."

"How can I access this heart?"

"No kidding, you're at Met Life? I'm practically next door, at Irving Trust."

"You've marked me as this night's prey, haven't you, Miss?"

"Scratch a chief executive officer, and you'll find a chief executive little boy."

"My, oh, my! What a fascinating guy you are, Vincent! But now, if it's not too much trouble, I'd like you to take my order."