“That Piltdown Man fossil is starting to seem a bit dubious to me” said Tom speciously.
“Meet my magic black cat,” said Tom, with familiarity.
“I am a boddhisatva,” Tom buddha’d_avidly.
“This with’s drink is making me feel funny” Tom brewhaha’ed.
“Would you like a hit?” Tom proffered. 
" [hic] Dis wed rine ish making me talk funny. Mush be shometing wrong wid it [hic]" Tom slurred.
“Once again, we took out the #2 guy in al-Qaeda,” Gen. Tom droned.
“I don’t judge people by their chest muscles any more,” Tom expectorated.
“Who chopped down that entire redwood forest?” Tom opined.
“I hate those weird things you are wearing over your shoes” Tom spat.
“Redwoods aren’t really pines, you know” Tom coniferred.
“I hate it went ants crawl all over my wind-up alarm clock,” said Tom, pedantically.
“This wigwam tastes good,” the Wicked Witch of the West said, ostentatiously.
“I don’t know whether to go ride my surfboard or go buy an engagement band for my fiancée”, said Tom, wavering.
“I love March 14 - know why?” Tom asked, piously.
“Who cares?” Tom replied irrationally.
“Happy St. Patrick’s Day,” Tom said, greenly.
“I wonder what that guy meant by, ‘Beware the Ides of March’,” Julius said, stabbingly.
“I’m sure these mountains weren’t here last time I was here …” Tom explained.
“Mr. Cleaver, I wish it were still February,” Tom said, marching forward.
“Baaaaa,” Tom said, sheepishly.