“Some of these have been done earlier in the thread”, said Tom derivatively.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen the Man of Steel act so goofy before,” Tom said superciliously.
“Why is Clark Kent in the altogether?” asked Tom supernaturally.
“Never mind that, check out Sue Storm,” Tom marvelled.
“I never could figure out what Reed sees in her,” said Tom, storming.
“Selena Kyle’s only superpower is ignoring how stupid she looks in that costume,” said Tom cattily.
“I love movies with *either *Lassie or Rin-Tin-Tin”, Tom said doggedly.
“Yeccchh, I stepped in some more!”, Tom bullshitted.
“I’d rather watch a Francis movie,” said Tom mulishly.
“How did a jackass ever get at my prize mare?” Tom mewled.
“Here, let me repeat the menu from that grand banquet”, Tom regurgitated.
“I’ll bet she doesn’t know what ‘vulpine’ means,” Tom said foxily.
“And now I’ll sketch a little drawing on the mat,” remarqued Picasso.
“It’s time to cut fuel from the bog again,” Tom repeated.
“This is really a day to hurple” said Tom, freezingly.
“I want to see Moby Dick” wailed Tom
“You’ll need a pair of dueling pistols,” Tom said bracingly.
“What clown keeps giving me these stupid lines to say?” said Tom, askance.
“I think mentally-ill criminals should be executed, not hospitalized,” Tom said noncommittally.
“I am no longer der mensch I vas” said Herr Nietzsche, exuberantly.