“I don’t want you to be my student anymore, but maybe we can still be friends,” said Aristotle platonically.
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“Der thesis, der antithesis, zen der synthesis, ja?” said Hegel dialectically.
“I’m through writing these long, tendentious essays” said Tom, intractably.
“You can never silence me!” proclaimed Tom, immutably.
“I’m rather fond of small burrowing mammals,” Tom said shrewdly.
“Could you please toss me another chunk of fish?” asked Tom, porpoisefully.
“What’s the longest English singular word with no written vowels?” asked Tom spryly.
“Get in the back of the boat,” Tom said sternly.
“I can’t believe we’ve reached fifteen pages without someone dredging up the old chestnut that is the only one fanganga can remember offhand,” said Tom in dead earnest.
“Only I get to be in the front,” he added proudly.
“Which one’s that?” asked Tom fannishly.
“I want to be like that gentleman thief from Victorian fiction,” Tom said raffishly.
“I’m against people coming into my house and throwing garbage at me,” said Tom wistfully.
“What’s wrong with this sugar? It didn’t dissolve in my tea at all”, said Tom, with a lump in his throat.
“The one about homosexual necrophilia,” said Tom stiffly.
“I think I’ve had this piece of lettuce for almost a week,” Tom said limply.
“Who the hell killed these women and than jacked off?” asked Tom, rippingly.
“Don’t you people ever get tired of this wordplay?” asked Tom, im-pun-itently.
“I have a lot of cool stuff I want to bring into the country from overseas,” Tom said importunately.