“Everyone knows that Canis lupus familiaris is man’s best friend,” Tom said doggedly.
“John Stamos to star in a role originated by Gene Wilder?” asked Tom, williely and wonkaly.
“I suppose you have a particular herb in mind?” Tom asked sagely.
“I certainly do,” said Mrs. Tom, in a thymely manner.
“This recipe calls for shredded cheese,” Tom grated.
“And a roux”, said Mrs. Tom, saucily.
“I’ll have the salmon,” Tom said fishily.
“The chef didn’t gimme nearly enough prime rib,” Tom beefed.
“I’m in the mood for some poultry instead”, said Tom, chickening out.
“I’ll have the pork,” Tom said, piggishly.
“I’m keeping the stew from burning to the pot bottom”, said Tom, stirringly.
“I can’t believe I ate so much food, so fast,” Tom said wolfishly.
“I’ll have the bacon cheeseburger with a shrimp salad on the side” said Tom, unkosherly.
“I have heartburn”, Tom said acidly.
“I hate it when the doctor hits my knee with that little hammer,” Tom said reflexively.
“Killing her is so much cheaper than divorcing her” said Tom, giving his wife the Juice.
“Hedwig was my favorite character in all of the Harry Potter movies,” Tom said owlishly.
“Oh no! I think I just hurt my knee real bad,” Tom said disjointedly.
“PlayStation absolutely sucks; it’s just the worst,” Tom said disconsolately.
“I used to think that parcel of land belonged to me, but I don’t anymore,” Tom exclaimed.