Don't you think it a bit amarous when he sends flowers?
Jane: Whacha doing?
John: Thinking about fucking!
Jane: Oh, thats real amatory. You want a cookie?
John: I gave you one already.
Jane: There's no rasins.
John: I decided not to put the rat turds in this time and be more amarous!
Jane *giving John an amatory look*: Oh, aren't you sweet. I'd better go get the arsenic from your pie then. I'd hate for you not to be able to finnish your after dinner mint-chocolate goodieness. I whipped it extra creamy! Just like you like it.