That's not true! I've been dangling bags of candy and handfuls of cash outside your bedroom window every few nights for over six months now. I would be there every night, but somehow the local police show up, haul me away, and I have to spend time in the county jail. I wonder how those police officers always happen to show up . . .
Are you kidding? I've known her MUCH longer than I've known you, and she files fewer restraining orders against me than you do. How could I not have a thing for her?