“I’ve got my underwear, shirt, socks and shoes; what else do I need?” Tom panted.
“Let me repeat the stock symbol for Murphy Oil”, Tom murmured.
“They’ll never know this is box mac & cheese,” winked Tom craftily.
“Thomasina, the correct formula for the stuff you pour on your grapefruit is C12 H22 O11,” said Tom sweetly.
“What did you say when you realised that person wearing a tee shirt over a fur coat was your best friend?” asked Tom terminally.
“I am deeply sorry that someone shocked you with my electric rifle, and I myself would never do such a thing,” said Tom fraternally.
I don’t get it.
“Just give me a heapin’ helpin’ of maror,” Tom said bitterly.
“I feel myself to be at one with Cedars-Sinai Medical Center”, said Tom, showing his hospitality.
Might be a bit too much of a stretch, but: TASER stands for Thomas A. Swift’s Electric Rifle, fraternally means like a brother, and “Don’t tase me, bro!” is a catchphrase,
“I have no idea what I’m shooting my electric rifle at” said Tom, aimlessly.
“Clone me, Dr. Memory?” asked Tom clownishly.
“You think I haven’t tried to beat this stupid nicotine habit?” Tom fumed!
“I’m still smoking like an old locomotive!” Tom steamed.
“Doc, every time I take this medicine you prescribed, I need to go to the toilet!” said Tom loopilly.
“I still say Cracked is a second-rate humor mazagine,” shouted Tom, madly.
(Yes, I know I said mazagine. That is quite proper, as long-term fans know. Cracked.com is now their wesbite!)
“I think Trans Fat is ready for Harvard,” lampooned Tom.
Ah, thanks.
“You can’t release a drug like that without seeing how it works on people!” Tom protested.
“Why did I promise to take my kids to see the Smurfs?” asked Tom, bluely.
“Those Spanish hookers are the filthiest and nastiest!” said Tom, disputatively.
“You know, I’m beginning to like this Pepperwinkle fellow,” “Tom” professed!