“Now, honey, you know it takes a little while for the Viagra to work,” whispered Tom, softly.
“I just have to tell you who my favorite children’s author/illustrator is!” Tom said scarily.
“You didn’t indicate the stress on that accent correctly” said Tom gravely.
“Why doesn’t everyone say ‘Merry Christmas’?”, asked Bill wryly.
“Mais oui, certainment je le fait correctment, monsieur” dirait Thomas, acutement.
“How the hell am I supposed to know what kind of small sailboats Jewish sailors might use?” Tom kvetched.
“It wouldn’t be a yawl like the Southerners sail”, Tom barked.
“No, I never leave my opponent only half-beaten” said Tom bashfully.
“I really let myself go after Spandau Ballet split up,” said Tom, unkempt.
“The world money supply is all controlled from Zurich,” Tom said gnomically.
“My dog’s better than your dog,” said Tom pettily.
“I’ve never eaten venison, grouse or pheasant, but I’m willing to give it a try,” Tom said gamely.
“I’m having an epileptic seizure on top of this mountain!” yelled Tom in a fit of pique.
“Give us an 'arf a Macintosh, luv,” said Tom 'appily.
“If I were a World War I infantryman, I certainly wouldn’t be sloppy when we had a picnic,” Tom said trenchantly.
“Cry pity, call strangely and mysteriously (11),” said Tom cryptically.
“I sure do like those old time radios” said Tom crosley.
“Okay, everybody has a favorite of their own. I still say, for unique superheroes, you can’t top Wolverine,” insisted Tom adamantly.
“Godard is my favorite director,” Tom said breathlessly.
“Now tell me, my dear, why would you ever want crunchy peanut butter?” Tom asked smoothly.