“I’m here to tell you about gas, solar, nuclear and wind power,” Tom said energetically.
“That’s the worst sandwich I’ve ever hard! I’m going to go in and tell off that store” Tom deliberated.
“Very good,” said Tom, askance.
“My wife will not join any women’s movement” said Tom, deliberately.
“As an expert in homeopathy, I can assure you that this concoction will actually become more powerful as I repeatedly water it down,” muttered Tom, weakly.
(And to repeat a joke I used elsewhere on the SDMB, “quite diluted” is how some of his friends quietly viewed him.)
“No, I have not brought home ‘two’ :rolleyes: pheasants,” said Tom abrasively.
“I love making maple syrup, don’t you?” said Tom, sappily.
“You don’t have to tell me the difference between igneous, sedimentary and metamorphic,” Tom said stonily.
“In India, this recipe would be made using ghee,” Tom clarified.
“Since you know so much about geology, perhaps you can tell the class about a metamorphic rock that might result from applying heat and pressure to, say, granite,” Tom’s teacher said nicely.
“Tuff schist!” said Tom, getting meta.
“I’m putting on my “bright” apparel” said Don, gayly.
“Can’t we ring all the bells one after another?” Tom appealed.
Also:
“I’m… pretty certain… that we will soon be able to double the frequency of our twice-a-month company newsletter,” muttered Tom, weakly.
“Everything - and I mean everything - that goes through this freight station weighs exactly 2000 pounds,” Tom said monotonously.
“I am a civilized man from the capital of Timor Leste”, said Tom, diligently.
“I’m conducting a radio interview with a vampire: you know, Lestat, more music,” said Tom bloodlessly.
“I’m going to write a letter to Mt Romney, telling him how much I admire his decision to join the Navy’s Silent Service after his humiliating defeat” Tom submitted submissively.
“Looks like the brain surgeons got sloppy again,” Tom said absent-mindedly.
“This is the age of knowing what I’m made of” said Tom, dysfunctionally.