“See Post #554,” said Tom previously.
“Treebeard has influenza,” said Tom fluently.
“Looks like a big windstorm coming,” Tom blustered.
“I’m all out of wild flowers,” Tom said lackadaisically.
“I just got off the train at the wrong depot” Tom derided.
“But it’s a freshwater fish,” Tom carped.
“This formula’s way off base,” said Tom acidly.
“I’m a big fan of Hall of Fame Detroit Tiger outfielders who can neutralize acids”, said Tom to Al Kaline.
“Cations are peachy keen,” said Tom positively.
"I’ll never trust that little demon again! Tom implied.
“Have you been reading Dante lately?” Tom asked devilishly.
“If you smash up my things I’ll only put them back together,” Tom rejoined.
“You can’t make an omelette!” Tom egged on.
“You’ll never deliver the mail again!” Tom expostulated.
“These Elizabethan collars are uncomfortable!” Tom said roughly.
“Wasn’t that windmill tilting the other way?,” asked Tom quixotically.
“It’s fine weather to go sailing”, said Tom breezily.
“I really don’t care for either lager or pilsner”, Tom said stoutly.
“Some people prefer a dark beer that isn’t bitter,” Tom said mildly.
“Always beer! There are other drinks,” Tom whined.