“How do the Jeopardy writers keep coming up with new questions?” asked Tom, inquizitively.
“I know you’re workin’ for the CIA. They wouldn’t have you in the Ma-fi-a,” sang Tony, in a soprano voice.
“I won’t remember anything more,” said Tom mindfully.
“I just farted big time,” said Tom retroactively.
“I don’t want to sign up,” said Tom involuntarily.
“My mom and dad are both dead,” said Tom apparently.
“I just got my light saber into Emperor Palpatine’s guts!” said Tom, insidiously.
“Ow! Someone stepped on me!” said the grape, as he let out a little whine.
“Buggrit! Millennium Hand and Shrimp!” cried Foul Ron his-Terry-cally.
“Truman, shut the fuck up! I am not going to see any movie where Ron Perlman plays a weird creature,” screamed Tom, giving Harry hell, boy!
“I’m going camping,” Tom said intently.
“I keep coming back like a bad penny,” said Tom decently.
Stolen from Uncle John page-a-day calendar (I searched and am pretty sure these have not yet been mentioned):
“Let’s attach a monarch!” Tom said strikingly.
“Crosby is my favourite crooner, is he yours?” Tom asked probingly.
“The bank won’t take my business,” Tom said unaccountably.
“I studied the history of the Spanish Armada,” Tom said fleetingly.
“That’s not really Dracula,” Tom discounted.
Um, “attack”. Sorry
“Let’s attach a monarch!” Tom said clingingly.
“My engine’s not running very well in neutral,” Tom said idly.
“Phew! It was all I could do to finish that whole sandwich,” Tom said heroically.
“Top of the Seventh Inning is over,” Tom said elastically.
I suppose you thought bringing back one of our favorite threads would leave us in stitches," Tom needled Nature’s Call.
“I keep coming back like a bad penny,” said Tom recently.
“Hey, don’t crucify me,” Tom said crossly.
“I knocked down the rest of the pins,” said Tom sparingly.
“I would have made that touchdown if they hadn’t ganged up on me,” Tom said defensively.
“I dropped the ball,” Tom said offhandedly.