I’ve always wanted to be a farmer’s wife.
Reading a shopping list, eh? I see we're both fans of the classics.
If you were a bouquet of fresh-cut flowers, I would take you home.
I heard milk does the body good, but man, how much have you been drinking?
Need a cart? No? How about a girlfriend?
It says right here that this frozen pizza is enough for two.
Baby, you're so sweet, you put Hershey's out of business. And, speaking of Hershey's, how about a kiss?
Without you, my life is as empty as the supermarket shelf.
Roses are red, bananas are yellow, wanna go out with a nice little fellow?
Do you prefer organic or local? Because I’m both.
I actually prefer that life give me lemons so that I can make a pretty lady like you some lemonade on a hot Summer's day.
You elevate checking out to a mystical event worthy only of gods and champions.
I really can't finish a box of strawberries all by myself, Would you like to share with me over some wine?
Can I help you carry your groceries to the car?
Do you know which aisle the edible underwear is in? Oh, wait, wrong store!
I hope I'm on your list of things to pick up today.
(Staring at boxes of cereal) I treat all boxes with respect.
You: It's dangerous for you to be here in the frozen food section. Because you could melt all this stuff.
A pretty lady wasn't on my shopping list but I can be spontaneous.
Do you like free samples?