Let's procreate like the snakes in the Narcisse Dens.
Baby, meeting you was better than an NHL lockout ending.
Hey baby, can I roll up your rim?
I can love you more than a cowboy loves a fat calf.
I saw you and I pictured us as swans, we could mate for life.
You’ve got beauty like Petit Champlain and curves like Bonhomme.
Girl, you're such a Banff (i.e., a Bad Ass, Nice, And Fascinating Female).
My heart is as desolate as Saskatchewan without you.
I've seen a lot of Canada, but you could take me to the top of the world.
Wanna make out in my Tundra Buggy?
I want you for myself like Newfoundland has its own time zone.
The thought of you makes me redder than the sands at North Shore.
Take an Avonleap of faith and go on a date with me!
I won't take no for an answer. I'm having Nunavut.
Can I hiber-mate with you?
You couldn't cut the s*xual tension in here with a Yellowknife.
Have you ever been fishing in Lake Michigan? 'Cause we should hook up sometime.
You must be Niagara Falls because you’ve taken my breath away.
How about we play a fun game called Haida totem pole?
Is it hot in here or am I just wearing two pairs of long johns?
Until I saw you, I didn't believe I'd ever see an arctic fox.
I'm cold just thinking about Canada. Let's cuddle.
On scale of one to 10, you’re a poutine.
Will you be the Flin to my Flon?
Unlike the Leafs, I will never let you down.
Anne of Green Gables? More like Anne of Green Babeles.
Hey baby, my body's like Ontario. Yours to discover.
Are you into hockey? That's great because I'd like to score.
You had me at taco.
Wanna go back to my igloo and cuddle?
Are you a beaver? Because I like your tail.
Wanna churn butter with me?
I put the “man” in Manitoba.
I'm waking up at 5am for hockey. But I would stay up all night for you.
You and I could totally melt my igloo.
Your beauty warms and lights up these frozen surroundings.
I wish I was Tim Horton's coffee…So I could get close to your lips.
You look like a vision in your dress tartan.
Call me Kathleen Wynne ‘cause I’d spend all my money on you.
My feelings for you are Mont-real.
I really caribou-t you.
Do you like my cologne? It’s derived from the musk gland of the industrious beaver.
Were you born on the Bluenose? Because baby, you're a dime.
Are you maple syrup? ‘Cause you taste so sweet.
Hey babe. Wanna go for a timmies run?
Haida there, gorgeous.
Fall hardly happens here, but You'll be falling for me.
We fit together like a gitch in a wedgie.
You know what they say, wheat fields are made for sowing.
My game is just like Alexander Keith's: "Those who like it, like it a lot."