“Bad, anon (anag)” said Tom with abandon.
“I could really use a male goose about now,” sai Tom, taking a gander.
“Dolores, you’re under arrest,” said Tom, taking Umbridge.
“Dolores, you minx, I’ve never seen you this turned on before.” said Tom, taking Umbridge.
“Where can that last jigsaw piece have gone to?” Tom puzzled.
“Ah, there it is!” said Tom fittingly.
“Do you know the answer for 5 Down?” said Tom, crossly.
“I need my gun for protection in this Artic tundra. I can’t even feel my extremities” said Tom, waving his cold, dead hands.
“Get back, I’m gonna hurl!” said Tom, wretchedly.
“Those are the largest input/output devices I’ve ever seen!” said Tom, grandiosly.
“Thanks for lending me that thousand dollars. Here’s a note acknowledging the debt”, Tom said, grandiously.
“Got myself a job at Lenscrafters today,” said Tom, making a spectacle of himself.
“Maybe if I hadn’t so thoroughly embraced Tea Party positions …” said Mitt, immoderately.
“Six, seven, eight, nine, and *there’s *the last of the damaged areas on my brand new car!” Tom said, tendentiously.
“How do you add 6+6+500 in Roman numerals?” asked Tom, vividly.
“I, for one, happen to admire that Russian President!” Tom put in.
“It’s not the best movie I’ve ever seen,” said Tom beratedly.
“Excuse me, I believe these are your buttocks” Tom said assiduously.
“My mind’s like a cast-iron trap,” said Tom, tempermentally.
“This zoo’s African animals all look starved and diseased”, Tom said, hippocritically.