“I can think of a few that aren’t on your list,” said Willy cockily.
“That’s nothing, mine can talk!” said Lyndon’s johnson.
:: golf clap ::
“No damn doctor’s gonna tell me I can’t eat six double cheeseburgers and a huge pile of chili-cheese fries, and then smoke a pack o’ cigarettes!” Tom said sclerotically.
“An Englishman never calls them ‘potato chips’,” Tom said crisply.
“Po-tay-to, po-tah-to,” said Tom with a chip on his shoulder.
“On this thread, we’ll sacrifice anything - logic, usage, syntax, delicacy - for the chance of a laugh,” Tom offered.
“You can take away our syntax, but you can never take away our freedom!” Tom brainfarted.
“Thar she blows!” Tom wailed.
“But I only ever break the rules for a good reason,” Tom added syntactically.
“Do I have to threaten you with deadly force to get you to leave?” Tom shot back!
“You’d better have a edam gouda reason!” said Tom, cheesily.
“So what if I like hanging around morgues and hoping for a zombie insurrection?” Tom asked ghoulishly.
“Digital clocks just don’t make sense to me,” said Anna logically.
“I really need a good laxative” said Tom, analogously.
“We should get together and play more often,” said Ben, jammin’.
“I hate the pro football team that says it’s from New England,” Tom said unpatriotically.
“My organ transplant is really working out well,” said Tom wholeheartedly.
“Well, I’m happy for YOU,” said Fred splenetically.
“Did you know the Cleveland football team, named for the color of feces, has never even *been *to the Super Bowl”? Earnest Byner fumbled to say. 
“Oh, they’ve been there. They had good seats too,” Eli Manning intercepted.