“I know how we can get rid of Bill in the mailroom”, Tom said with determination.
“The prisoners are posting inflammatory media online”, Tom said controllingly.
“How did we end up on the West Side?”, Tom blurted out accidentally.
“I don’t need worms when I go fishing,” Tom said, with baited breath.
“Don’t forget to observe ‘National No Underwear Day’” Tom commanded.
“Let’s pull a prank on that Scotsman” said Tom, off kilter.
“I see London, I see France” Tom snickered.
“We’re at an intersection of two hiking trails but don’t know which to take. Let’s try to make a decision rationally”, said Tom, pathologically.
“I’ve figured out the answer to life, the universe, and everything”, Tom announced fortuitously.
“We need control of the cannons on that hill”, Tom speculated generally.
“I’m going to enlist in the Army”, Tom decided privately.
“We sold our other Honda”, Tom and Ann announced with one accord.
“Marijuana ought to be legal”, complained Tom chronically.
“At least I got all the pins down in two tries”, Tom boasted, sparing no offense.
“Ms. Dickinson was one of the larger lady poets of her era”, Tom lectured emphatically.
“Nay, it be not possible that I would have the opportunity to court thee, Lady Ann, for I am already betrothed unto a maiden of my home town who arriveth on the morrow”, Tom said in very dated language.
“Wait, you didn’t put any condiments on this hot dog!”, Tom screamed, having mustered his strength to catch up to the vendor’s cart.
“A raven is so like a writing desk”, Tom noted, flatly.
“Welcome to Berlin”, Tom announced germanely.
“Pirates are allowed to dock here”, Tom arbitrated.