Flying freight one night several years ago over northern New England, about 3am in an old 310. Controller gets a stuck mike, and the female controller sitting next to him says "Say, maybe we should have dinner one night. Want to have dinner?" Luftansa calls down from the redeye from Germany. "You better ask the frauline out to dinner, or we will come up from New York and we will ask her out. You hear that mister controller man?"