May I ride your broomstick? I lost mine.
Your treat or mine?
Are you a ghost? Because you’ve been haunting my dreams.
What's a nice ghoul like you doing in a crypt like this?
I didn’t know that my favorite Halloween treat came in life size!
Halloween is the night of darkness. But you are brighter than an angel.
You're such a treat that I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me.
Pardon me for drooling, but without my jaw, I can't help myself.
Wow, You must be the pretty princess the evil queen is trying to get rid of.
Hey pumpkin – I bet I can put a smile on your face.
If you were a jack-o'-lantern, I'd totally light your candle.
Nurse, can I have a little sugar to help the medicine go down?
Of course I like long walks by the moonlight.
If you think I’m hot now, wait until you see what I turn into at midnight.
Are you being a ghost for Halloween, or are you just my boo?
Ooh, you look boo-tilicious!
Til death do us part and then some, dear.
Hello Boo-tiful.
I like your wart, want to see a few of mine?
Hey baby, you’ve captured my eye. Could I have it back?
No costume? Oh you lucky girl, you don’t need Halloween. You look like an angel every day.
I want to ask you out, but I’ve got butterflies in my stomach. And worms. And maggots…
Mmm baby! You’re decomposing in ALL the right places!
Arrrr. Wanna search me for buried treasure?
I can’t find a costume for Halloween, so can I just go as your boyfriend?
So, what do you turn into at midnight?
I've got some wicked feelings brewing for you.
Hey Cinderella, must be time I took you home. It’s nearly midnight!
Why’d you dress up as a princess, when you could have simply come in plain clothes as the most beautiful girl at the Halloween party?
Hey, Are you made of candy? Because you look sooo sweet!
I hear this house is haunted… we better stick together.
I’m a handsome prince and my sword is no trick.
I don’t want your candy, what I really want is your number.
I heard there is a vampire on the loose, you better stay with me.
That’s a nice Witch costume, but you won’t be needing the broom anymore, because you’ve already swept me off my feet.
You must be tired, because you’ve been running through my nightmares all night!
Tricks aren’t really my thing. But you’re sure a treat.
Your mausoleum or mine?
That skeleton over there wanted to ask you for your number, but, unlike me, he didn’t have the guts
I don’t know what the trick is, but you certainly are a treat.
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