“You mean you’re charging me to watch the circus?” said Tom, patently surprised.
“I don’t care how much it costs to publish my complete history of obsolete coinage,” said Tom, sparing no expense.
“Just trump it, partner,” Tom said roughly.
“Your parole has been granted, Mr Vaughn,” said Tom unconvincingly.
“You’ve always been my best buddy, Rainier, Your Highness”, Tom said principally.
“Look at all those ships! And my, they’re moving fast!” said Tom fleetingly.
“Why don’t you try on this negligee?” Tom asked transparently.
Heh.
“I’ll have to perform surgery on this patient”, said Dr. Tom, operatically.
:: golf clap ::
“I guess you forgot to wear proper nightwear, my dear,” Tom said negligently.
“Why would I want to lose my virginity?” Tom asked innocently.
“I’m always confused by this phrase: does ‘golf clap’ mean genuine or sarcastic applause?” asked Colophon greenly.
“A golf clap? All that was worth was a golf clap?” Tom drove, teed off.
“Who wants to play golf when there’s so much kinky sex to be had?” Dan said savagely.
“I’m tired of hearing about the pilot that landed the plane on the Hudson,” said Tom, sullenly.
“God is dead,” Tom said, decidedly.
“I’ve decided to only write in pictographic languages from now on” said Tom uncharacteristically.
“I always keep a drop to drink in the loft!” Tom said dramatically.
“I’m going to draw a picture of you being killed every three months” said Tom, quarterly.
“The comedy would have worked just as well if it was just Eric Morecambe,” said Tom unwisely.
“Quick! We need to build a bridge over this stream so His Royal Highness won’t get his feet wet!” said Tom spankingly.