“I’ll have eight lumps of sugar in my coffee, please,” Tom said sweetly.
“I’m not sure if I should make this page’s background red or blue, or maybe go for purple,” Tom dithered.
“I’m going to meet Charles at the Chicago train station,” Tom chuckled.
“I have a feeling your lawsuit’s not going anywhere,” Tom said dismissively.
“I love how these spinner things work,” Tom fidgeted
“Get back in that jail cell, you!,” Tom said deliberately.
“I hate harness racing,” Tom said sulkily.
“I would walk 1000 miles,” Tom proclaimed.
“And I’m free, free falli–urk!” Tom croaked.
[too soon?]
“I just love the Straight Dope Message Boards Thread Games” said Tom, swiftly.
“Please don’t drop a stone into that lake,” Tom said placidly.
“Well, it’s about time Bob Dylan got a prize for his poetry,” said Tom, nobly.
“Don’t talk to me about any damn Hogwarts ghost,” Tom said peevishly.
“It’s the big one, Elizabeth,” Tom croaked.
“How about some Chef Boyardee ravioli?” Tom asked cannily.
“I am not fat,” Tom said huskily
“Blow some air on the fire to make it hotter,” Tom bellowed.
“Allow me,” Tom huffed.
“There you go, that flared 'er right up,” Tom said brightly.
“I guess I’ll get some more fuel,” Tom said woodenly.