"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me honey?"

She hated to be called "honey" by anyone, except maybe David.

"Don't call me honey," she waved his hand away.

I didn't even mind her calling me honey.

Even in that moment, in that place, she didn't like being called honey.

Friendly Midwestern waitresses are apt to call you honey as they quickly handle your order.

Took my money, made me call him honey - correct.

White, black, and champagne gold (called honey brown in Japan).

I couldn't remember the last time she had called me 'honey' like that - when I was fourteen?

You got to call him honey on that one.