Haida there, gorgeous.
I want you for myself like Newfoundland has its own time zone.
I saw you and I pictured us as swans, we could mate for life.
Girl, you're such a Banff (i.e., a Bad Ass, Nice, And Fascinating Female).
You look like a vision in your dress tartan.
Do you like my cologne? It’s derived from the musk gland of the industrious beaver.
I won't take no for an answer. I'm having Nunavut.
You couldn't cut the s*xual tension in here with a Yellowknife.
Let’s go to my place. I’d like to show you my puck collection.
You’re prettier than a summer day in Lunenburg.
Fall hardly happens here, but You'll be falling for me.
It's getting warmer and the snow is melting. Time for me to melt your heart.
I really caribou-t you.
Anne of Green Gables? More like Anne of Green Babeles.
My game is just like Alexander Keith's: "Those who like it, like it a lot."
Hey baby, can I roll up your rim?
I'm cold just thinking about Canada. Let's cuddle.
Ya gotta check it out. My water bed is full of beer.
Hey babe. Wanna go for a timmies run?
Let's procreate like the snakes in the Narcisse Dens.
I'm waking up at 5am for hockey. But I would stay up all night for you.
I love you more than my mom loves Céline Dion.
My friends have been calling me a loon, because I'm crazy about you.
Oh I didn't mean to pull you in so close. I thought I heard a rutting bull moose.
Are you maple syrup? ‘Cause you taste so sweet.
I wish I was Tim Horton's coffee…So I could get close to your lips.
Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Also Did you utilize Canada's public healthcare system to help ease that pain?
Were you born on the Bluenose? Because baby, you're a dime.
Is it hot in here or am I just wearing two pairs of long johns?
You're a beluga in this sea of cod.
You’ve got beauty like Petit Champlain and curves like Bonhomme.
Until I saw you, I didn't believe I'd ever see an arctic fox.
Are you a beaver? Because I like your tail.
You and I could totally melt my igloo.
Hello, eh. Girl your soft brown eyes remind me of the amazing beaver, eh.
Help me score one more time for team Canada?
My feelings for you are Mont-real.
You’re so stunning even the Language Police are speechless.
You must be Niagara Falls because you’ve taken my breath away.
My heart is as desolate as Saskatchewan without you.
I can love you more than a cowboy loves a fat calf.
Baby, meeting you was better than an NHL lockout ending.
We fit together like a gitch in a wedgie.
On scale of one to 10, you’re a poutine.
Get that red light ready, because you and I are about to score.
Your beauty warms and lights up these frozen surroundings.
Call me Kathleen Wynne ‘cause I’d spend all my money on you.
Can I hiber-mate with you?
Are you into hockey? That's great because I'd like to score.
The thought of you makes me redder than the sands at North Shore.
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