“I’m desperate, but not serious,” Tom said adamantly.
“I assure you I’m perfectly capable of acting as Hal’s agent regardless of whether you want him to direct another Our Gang short, write his memoirs, or lecture about his experiences in show business,” said Tom, reproachfully.
“Every time I hear about that old French newsreel company, my neck starts to twitch”, said Tom, pathetically.
“Changed my mind. You do have to live like a refugee,” Tom sia, pettily.
“Would you look at that geyser?” Tom gushed.
“I’ve been ripped to pieces” Tom whimpered through his tears.
“Your dress is so soft, my dear,” Tom said silkily.
“I’m no longer an amateur,” Tom said, appropriately.
“‘Piano Man’ is sappy drivel”, Tom cajoled.
“I don’t know why, but I’ve always resented the second letter in the alphabet,” Tom said begrudgingly.
“This chinchilla coat is too damn hot!” Tom said, infuriated.
“Your weapon is useless inside this force field, Kirk!”, said Khan, unphased. Unfazed, too.
“Yes, clearly fur garments are too warm for you, but I like them fine,” Sandy inferred.
“This five-spice powder is missing something,” said Tom, gingerly.
“There’s just no way I can wash all of my laundry today,” Tom said, throwing in the towel.
“I found my copy of Ulysses” Tom said, rejoiced.
“I really miss my Christmas tree” Tom pined.
“I forbid you go down to the granite quarry and throw things in,” Tom said stonily.
“I’m gonna do it anyway. I’ll assume permission”, said Tom, taking it for granite.
“Now I get why those African explorers wore these white helmets”, said Tom, pithily.