“Hello, Melvin. Time for school.”
“Hello, Susie. My name is Melvin. Marry me.”
“Oh, do it to me, Melvin!”
“Oh Melvin, we’re pregnant!”
“Melvin, I’m pregnant.”
“Dammit, I'm pregnant.”
“I need a raise,” Melvin informed his boss.
“I need a job,” Melvin informed the woman at the employment agency.
“Dear Melvin,” Susie’s lawyer's letter began.
“Come here often?” Melvin asked the girl at the bar.
“How much for the whole night?” Melvin asked the woman on the corner.
“Football injury,” Melvin told the stranger in his bed.
“Heart attack,” said the coroner.