You can have that last bag of chips if I can bag your number.
Without you, my life is as empty as the supermarket shelf.
You elevate checking out to a mystical event worthy only of gods and champions.
Need a cart? No? How about a girlfriend?
Baby, have you been eating your Campbell's soup? Because you are looking Mmm, Mmm good!
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: It's dangerous for you to be here in the frozen food section. Because you could melt all this stuff.
I couldn’t help but notice that you’ve got 3 bags of Cool Ranch Doritos in your basket. Marry me?
Want to show me how to make steamy greens?
Did you ever notice that supermarket music is actually ideal for slow dancing with strangers?
I hate oranges. Will you be my main squeeze?
If you were a bouquet of fresh-cut flowers, I would take you home.
The expiration date says "best if used by tonight." Can I make you dinner?
Funny meat-ing you here.
Baby, you better get out of that express lane, 'cause you're all that *and* a bag of chips.
I hope I'm on your list of things to pick up today.
Mmm, these honey samples are so mouthwatering.
What are you doing hanging out in aisle 3? You clearly belong in aisle 9. Aisle 10 is within arm's reach but that all depends on whether or not you'll have dinner with me.
Reading a shopping list, eh? I see we're both fans of the classics.
Do you know which aisle the edible underwear is in? Oh, wait, wrong store!
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