“You mean you don’t even remember Dudley Do-right’s archenemy?” asked Tom snidely.
“I suppose I have no choice but to jump out this 93rd-story window,” Tom said fatalistically.
“I’m glad I saved Mr. Wheaton here before that mob of old ST:TNG fans could mob him,” said Tom, showing his free Wil.
“They told me to stop flogging a dead horse, but they said nothing about not cooking it!” say Tom heatedly.
“Did you know that the Nixons had only daughters?” Tom asked meretriciously.
“I used to have ten donkeys, but one broke a leg and I put him down”, said Tom, asininely.
“I have a family of crows nesting in my head,” said Tom with murder in his eyes.
“I have a nice business bringing foreign recordings into the US” said Tom, importuning.
“I always get straight A’s,” said Hester sadly but wisely.
“Guess what I’m eating? Beans! Can you smell them?” asked Tom, astutely.
“Here I come!” said Tom entrancingly.
God help me, I laughed.
“I’ve eaten a gallon of beans and drank a quart of pickle juice!” Tom said explosively.
“It turns out there wasn’t a second gunman in Dealey Plaza,” said Tom knowledgeably.
“And the same goes for Dubya,” said Tom, generously.
“Today is National Coming Out Day” said Tom gaily.
“Oooh, that ground meat pie was simply fabulous!” said Tom, mincingly.
“My raid on the butcher shop was a success!” Tom said, ham-handedly.
“I may have had my doubts about cannibalism, but by gum, I knuckled down and ate all that I physically could,” said Tom manfully.
“Well… it’s kind of like… an oval…” said Tom elliptically.
“I am so enjoying this new fad of people dressing in cartoon animal costumes to attract sex partners”, Tom inferred.