“From hell’s heart I stab at thee; for hate’s sake I spit my last breath at thee,” Tom wailed.
“I’m not going to tell you if I like Campbell’s soups,” Tom said cannily.
“What? Me worry?” said Tom madly.
“I like taking pictures of people when they’re least expecting it,” Tom said candidly.
“I keep getting hit on the head with a drumstick,” said tom.
“Look, a Shetland pony!” said Tom, a little hoarsely.
“I think I really understand Type 8 and Type 0 ICMP packets now!” said Tom grippingly.
“I think I look great, and now I’m gonna do something totally awesome!” Tom said vaingloriously.
Squatting with his spoon and bowl, “Who the heck” Tom asked infuriatingly, “skinned the rabbit for the soup?”
“The coffee maker’s broken.” Tom groaned inexpressively.
“What happened to the organ?” Tom cried inconsolably.
“I think I’d like to replace this cedar paneling with a different wood,” Tom opined.
“I just got really bad news from my urologist,” Tom said impotently.
“I need some mustard and relish,” said Tom frankly.
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“My ancestors came over on the Mayflower,” said Tom compactly.
“You call that music? It was like listening to nothing!” said Tom cagily.
“I’ve built a ship that is unsinkable,” said Tom, titanically.
“I know just what I’d do if I were the top dude in the Catholic Church,” Tom pontificated.
“I wonder when the store will stock more chewing tobacco?”, said Tom expectorantly.