“You give good woo.”

“Well, to be honest, I was planning to woo you with my banana nut bread, but that shit ain’t happening now. So all I have left is my delicious eggs.”… “It’s really good, but you’re not wooing me.”“Oh, I’m wooing … It’s all about the stealth. You don’t realize it yet.”

“I liked this.  I liked this a lot.  Memaw said a boy would woo me.  I had just been wooed in one evening’s conversation.  If my hunch was right, he seemed to be wooed by me as well. He wasn’t even blind. This could be good.”

“He was wooing me. And I was letting him woo. I wanted the woo. I deserved the woo. I needed the wow that would surely follow the woo, but for now, the woo? It was whoa.”

“I want to woo you with food now that I've wooed you with words, song, and the magic of my interpretive dance.”

“And if love is, what thing and which is he? If love be good, from whennes cometh my woo?”