“pretty please, with a cherry on top of me!”
“What a night, I'm telling you. Odious. Odious with cherries on top.”
“This party is turning out to be the turd-encrusted cherry on the top of my shit-shake of a day.”
“I never knew I needed anything or anyone until I met you. Please, please, please open your pretty brown yes for me.”
“But you’re out of another world old kid … You ought to live on top of the Woolworth Building in an apartment made of cutglass and cherry blossoms.”
“I did not ask you out. But I would seriously think about not shooting you down if you asked me. Nicely." I had to keep my pride.He took both of my hands in his. "Brenna Blixen will you be my girlfriend, please." He held up one of my hands and kissed my knuckles smoothly. "Pretty please. With sugar on top.”