“But I didn’t eat the salmon mousse!” said Bill, at the pearly Gates.
“This beer is to damn light,” said Tom, stoutly.
“This floor is too damn slippery,” said Tom, ruggedly.
“I insist that you address me with the formality befitting a Broadway legend” said Stritch miscellaneously.
“I repeat…no wife of mine is going to undergo a Caesarian” Tom belabored.
“This next passage is played pizzicato” said Tom pluckily.
“Guess Leo’s not a Monty Python fan,” said Tom, meaningfully and lively.
“I can tell just by holding it that this ballpoint pen is a cheap knock-off” said Tom, feeling phobic.
“The actors and actresses in that movie all sucked” said Tom, downcast.
“How can I ever hope to succeed on this show after the high standards set by my predecessor?” said Johnny, not feeling up to par.
“I can probably substitute sage in this recipe” said Tom, making up for lost time.
“Sorry, honey…I guess my aim has been a little careless lately” said Tom, pissed off.
“Here” said Tom presently.
“Where is that damn Mayflower truck?” said Tom, unmoved.
“Function, practice, content, odorous” said Tom formally.
“So, Robin Hood, my arch enemy - we meet again!” Tom bowed.
“Oral sex is da bomb!” said the Roman, gladiator. 
“That’s a beautiful laser pointer you have there,” Tom beamed.
“Guilty! Guilty! Guilty! Guilty!” said Judge Roy Bean, hanging on his every word.