That dress would look even better accelerating towards my bedroom floor at 9.8 m/s2
What do you say we use my lever to shift your center of mass?
Does your skin feel burnt? Because I think you must have just fallen down from heaven, and re-entry would have caused some problems for you.
I might be a physics major, but I’m no Bohr in bed.
Your lab bench, or mine?
Your eyes have a perfect wavelength of 563.4 nm.
Don’t you hate it how the coyote always remains suspended in midair until he looks down? It’s just SO misleading.
Hey baby. It’s massive. You know what I’m talking about.
What’s your resonance frequency?
Wanna dance? I can really put your inertia in motion.
I have E=mc2 tattooed on my ass. Wanna see?
Wanna couple our equations tonight?
Can I have your significant digits?
I haven’t gotten laid in 4 years, 3 months, and 12 days, plus-or-minus 2 days. Would you care to check my error bars?
Did you swallow a magnet? Because you’re attractive.
Top quark or bottom quark?
You’re more special than relativity.
My last partner wasn’t very stable. She spontaneously decayed last week and left me for a neutrino.
I know the spring constant for my mattress. Wanna take some data?
How do you feel about group experiments?
Like the ideal vacuum, you’re the only thing in my universe.
Heisenberg was wrong. I’m certain about what you’re doing tonight.
Those other guys said that your eyes shine like stars. But can they explain how they shine with equal brightness?
According to the second law of thermodynamics, you’re supposed to share your hotness with me.
Even if there were no gravity on Earth, I’d still fall for you!
Let’s exchange fermions!
Engineers don’t know the first thing about pleasing a woman. Friction alone can’t get the job done.
You and Me = Grand Unification
Why don’t we measure the coefficient of static friction between me and you?
In my bed, it’s perpetual motion all night long, baby.
Two large masses that are close together are supposed to radiate gravitational waves. I think that you’re a big part of that.
I’m attracted to you like the Earth is attracted to the Sun – with a large force inversely proportional to the distance squared.
I’m hung like a Foucault pendulum.