“We need to process his will again”, Tom said reprobately.
“Scammers use our computers to distribute malware”, Tom said, giving them the straight dope.
“I think someone kidnapped my ten year old daughter”, Tom stated mistakenly.
“In this style? Ten and six.” Tom said, mad as a hatter.
“I don’t think this series converges if you make all the terms positive”, Tom conditionally asserted.
“Here’s the lingerie your wife ordered”, Tom said, giving him the slip.
“You’re going to kiss me when?” Tom complained, not recognizing it as a valid DateTime.
“I crashed trying to make a right turn in Montreal”, Tom said maladroitly.
“Yes, I actually am a communist”, Tom said with a red face.
“That was a great way to get me to join the Royal Navy”, Tom said, impressed.
“OK, Randi…I’ll help put together a fundraising event for the Skeptics Society” said Tom, giving him the benefit of the doubt.
“Every time around the board, I always land on this same damn square” said Tom, taking another chance.
“I’m mixing up a batch of my own secret formula for the black stuff I paint beneath my eyes on game day” said Nolan Ryan, making his pitch.
“I hate laundry day,” said Tom, throwing in the towel.
“I’m happy to share my philosophical insights with anyone who’ll listen” the donkey said brazenly.
“These high-tech falsies actually react to changes in temperature” said Mary, emphasizing her points.
“Ow, I stepped on a Slinky!” said Tom, with a spring in his step.
“Dammit, you better not botch that mandolin solo again, or next time I’ll use my fist” said Jimmy Seals in slap-dash fashion.
“Shit! The spare’s flat…now what do we do?” said Tom tirelessly.
“And now the Indians’ center fielder steps into the batter’s box” said Herb Score, manning up.