“We’re trying to run a business here,” Tom said firmly.
“You’re letting the fire go out,” said Tom ungratefully.
“Get into the back of the boat!” yelled Tom sternly.
“Merlot or Zinfandel?” Tom whined.
“Just a little whiskey,” said Tom wryly.
“I ought to take a pair of shears to the leylandii,” Tom hedged.
“Seven no-trumps,” Tom declared.
“Take the prisoner downstairs,” Tom said condescendingly.
“These tiny hors-d’oevres are great!” Tom said amusedly.
“My perm came out way too curly,” said Tom, looking sheepish.
“BINGO!” said Tom markedly.
“I know what sex that cat is,” said Tom.
“I used to command a battalion of German insects,” said Tom, exuberantly.
“Drei…fuenf,” said Tom, fearlessly.
“I’m sterile,” said Tom inconceivably.
“What’s another name for an elf?” asked Tom impishly.
“I have everything a man could want,” said Tom needlessly.
"I don’t want to play cards any more, " said Tom wistfully.
“I’ve tried, and tried, but nothing I do makes this stupid thing work,” Tom said radioactively.
“My teeth hurt,” Tom said incisively.
“Help! I’m stuck in the chimney,” Tom said influentially.
“My favorite book is Moby Dick,” said Tom superficially.
I really wish I hadn’t dropped that on my foot," Tom said ironically.
So that’s what a Tom Swiftie is. I clicked on this to find out. Cool.
Okay, I think I got a couple. (Yes, I am working from home today and procrastinating!)
“Just a chip off the old block,” Tom said icily.
“Lower the thermostat!” Tom cried hotly.
“My acne is gone!” said Tom clearly.
“Cannibalism’s not as bad as you think,” said Tom manfully.
“Just what?”, he joked.
“Behold, the power of the Dark Side,” Tom said forcefully.
“Fruit-flavoured gin?” asked Tom slowly.
“Get this dildo out of my ass!” Tom said anally.
“Of course I can’t prove it!” said Tom excitedly.
If I may steal from Beowulff,
“Try again and again!” Tom said repeatedly.
“I can’t believe I ate all that hay,” Tom said balefully.
“Edward, make sure you don’t come to the party early,” said Tom belatedly.