“Nice sweater,” Tom tittered.
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“My quiff collapsed!” said Tom, crestfallen.
“Anybody know how to summon a lesser servant of Baal?” Tom asked fiendishly.
“I hate Hugh Jackman doing any role but X-Men’s Wolverine” said Les, miserable.
“Arrh! Heave to, ye lily-livered cudswallops, or I’ll have ye all keelhauled!” said Roger jollily.
“I am totally fascinated by the fauna of Tibet, aren’t you? I mean I just love those creatures of the snow, with their long shaggy hair …” Tom yakked.
“If I have parsley, rosemary and thyme, who needs any other herb?” Tom said sagely.
“Do you think I should squeeze this toilet paper to see if it’s soft enough,” said Tom, charmingly.
“I just love Ira Levin’s works” said Tom’s wife, robotically.
“Ah, isn’t she just the perfect wife?” asked Tom, stepping forward.
“Hmm, I don’t know which handbag to get for my wife, the Gucci, the Prada, the Hermes …” said Tom, his lips pursed.
“I am full of love for all the world … what is that Greek word for it?” said Tom, agape.
“I just love watching reruns of 3rd Rock from the Sun,” said Tommy, solemnly.
“Oh, come on, Juno, your husband won’t be home for hours,” said Tom jovially.
“I just got DVDS of the three original Star Wars moviesand the entire run of The Man From U.N.C.L.E, and I intend to spend the weekend watching them all, all by myself,” said Tom, going solo.
“I think I’ll interweave strands of my hair into a single, rope-like band,” Tom brayed.
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“Russel Crowe’s done better 18th/19th century period pieces than his turn as Javert,” said Tom masterfully and commandingly.
“What thort of thaditht thpelt my thpeech impediment with an eth?” lithped Tom.
“Of course you could do a great job in the role of the female lead from The Philadelphia Story!” Tom said placatingly.
“Follow me, I know the way to the concert,” Tom giggled.