“Ah, there’s the bug spray…whoa, this room is a mess!” Said Tom, picking up where he left off.
“That song sounds like a wimpy ballad from the 70s” said Tom, a little iffy.
“I’m seeing a tooth-care specialist in that big office building in Boston”, Tom said, prudently.
“I find that George Will’s columns vary greatly in quality” said Tom operatically.
“The deserted island was devoid of any game, so we had to subsist entirely on seagulls we could capture” said Tom alternately.
“Damn, I feel like I’m getting a case of the crabs” said Tom licentiously.
“Now look, ump, my third baseman’s just a little upset. There’s no need to eject him from the game” said the Mariners’ manager, driving a wedge between them.
“Look, gravity, if we can get nuclear to go along with us, we can rule the universe” said electromagnetism, combining forces.
“Wow, these dryer sheets really work!” said Tom ecstatically.
“It was a great surprise to me to find that the girl I took out last night was a lesbian” said the Dutch boy, who put his finger in the dike.
“It’s time for your rectal exam” Dr. Tom said, butting in.
“Now, turn your head and cough,” said Dr. Tom, in a ballsy mood.
“Commander Riker is not fully materializing. He must be stuck in the transporter beam” said Captain Picard, by force of sheer will.
“Yes! He finally got lost in the pattern buffer!” said Chief O’Brien, beaming.
“Wait! Don’t leave me here!” said Riker, energized.
“Maybe that was Number One’s plan all along” said Picard, seeing right through him.
“This could be a metaphor for my entire role in this series” said Riker, largely immaterial.
“I just want the entire incident to be over” said Riker, weary of the fracas.
“Let’s be unanimous in our criticism of the type of flower Mary chose for this bed” said Tom, inviting disaster.
“I keep each of my doobies in its own plastic container” said Tom, casing the joint.