Hello handsome. You’re a good looking fellow, do you know that? People laugh at you, people hate you, but why do they hate you? Because… they are jealous. Look at that boyish face. Look at that sweet smile. Do you wanna talk about physical strength? Do you want to talk about sheer muscle? Do you want to talk about the Olympian ideal? You are a God. And listen to me, you are not evil. You… are… good.  — Young Frankenstein

If you can’t dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with bullshit.

Flattery is sometimes necessary. Sometimes the only thing keeping you from getting ripped limb from limb, metaphorically or realistically, is a smile, some small talk, and giving the other person reason to believe that you believe they are a special person and that you admire them. Of course, it never hurts for that to be true.