“Early '80s British rock is hands down the best,” Tom said adamantly.
“You’re absolutely right - some of the singers were amazing,” replied Freddie mercurially.
“Eighties British rock was okay, but it was the Sixties that started it all rolling,” said Tom, stoned.
“Your choice of Sixties bands concerns me,” frowned Paul, beetle-browed.
“You really got me” said Tom kinkily.
“I can tell you all about the ‘king’ of planets,” boasted Tom, jovially.
“… there is something very absurd, in supposing a continent to be perpetually governed by an island,” asserted Thomas, pained.
“Rock singers of the past were great, but, when all is said and done, I always prefer that hot Ms. Kitt,” said Tom earthily.
“I’m not a baby, and I wish you wouldn’t pinch me there,” Tom said cheekily.
“I can’t remember who that cowboy was in The Dandy - somebody ‘Dan’,” said Tom desperately.
“Wasn’t that the bad guy who tried to steal Roy Rogers’ horse?”, said Tom, triggering a thought.
“Who was that masked man? He didn’t stop to let us …” asked Tom thankfully.
“I hate all singers that die at age 27” said Tom, whining curtly
“I hear that swimmer who played Tarzan liked young female horses”, Tom filibustered.
“I’ve given the directions to your destination”, said Tom, repeatedly.
“I’ve been f*cking throwing up all night”, Tom yawned colourfully.
“Nothing, and I mean nothing, is going to keep me away from the greyhound races today,” Tom said doggedly.
“I’m sorry Mr Amin, even though you’re a dictator you’ll have to hold still while I clean your ears out” said Tom idiotically.
Amazing! 
:: golf clap ::
“Have you never considered the merits of small stinging insects?” Tom asked waspishly.