Call me Ms. Pilgrim, because I can Plymouth Rock your world.
I’ll give you something to be thankful for.
Is that a pop-up timer, or are you just happy to see me?
Good thing I wore my oven mitts, because you’re too hot to handle.
You can ride my Mayflower.
The only thing sweeter than pumpkin pie is you.
I could lose my head over you.
You know what they say about large belt buckles…
(Lick finger and wipe on her shirt) Let’s get you out of these wet clothes.