I’ve always wanted to be a farmer’s wife.
Look like we've got a long wait here in the check-out line, so why don't we get acquainted.
Without you, my life is as empty as the supermarket shelf.
I hope I'm on your list of things to pick up today.
I don't care *how* many items you've got, baby, I could check you out all day long!
You: It's dangerous for you to be here in the frozen food section. Because you could melt all this stuff.
Can I help you carry your groceries to the car?
Mmm, these honey samples are so mouthwatering.
Are you as spicy as your artisan hot sauce?
Okay, here’s the deal: I’ll let you take the last stuffed crust frozen pizza if you let me take you to dinner. At your house. Where we’ll be having frozen pizza.
It says right here that this frozen pizza is enough for two.
I need a date; do you know where I could find one?
How about a little roll in the Bakery Department?
Have you ever seen a guy eat an entire can of pinto beans in under 10 seconds? Would you like to?
Want to show me how to make steamy greens?
Do you prefer organic or local? Because I’m both.
Need a cart? No? How about a girlfriend?
You can have that last bag of chips if I can bag your number.
I’m a man at a farmers' market. Of course, I’m a catch.
Do you like free samples?