“Sometimes you find symbols of gold in hidden places,” Tom laughed.
“I have an addiction to finding gold”, Indiana jonesed.
“I eat worms”, said Tom with bated breath.
“That really should be baited breath,” Dave nitpicked. 
“Unless you are referring to holding ones breath, in which case bated is just another way of saying abated,” Tom reiterated.
“But the key word in his sentence was worms, which are used for bait,” Dave said, fishing for an answer.
“Fuck you, George Hamilton!” said Tom, going off on a tangent.
“I have deduced the purpose of this porcelain device,” said Sherlock Holmes succinctly.
“I was the one chosen to preside over young Master Grant’s circumcision,” said the rabbi, with hubris.
“Yes, I think I can situate my body to make it look like I’m having dinner”, Tom supposed.
“I spent all day bagging dead leaves,” Tom said rakishly.
“I fucking hate Big Oil,” Tom said crudely.
“I can never remember how to spell when I write about fire breathing monsters” said Tom diagonally.
“I can’t remember the name of that 80’s supergroup featuring Jimmy Page and Paul Rodgers,” Tom said, firmly.
“There’s a ghost ship that sails the Great Lakes,” Tom said eerily.
“Allow me to provide your baby with a new diaper,” said the king, changing the subject.
“C’mon, babe…have another drink” Tom replied.
“Wha’d’ya mean, indecent exposure?” said Tom, petered out.
“I’ve raced sled dogs for years,” Tom said huskily.
“And I’m gonna keep on chasing that mechanical rabbit no matter what it takes”, said Tom, doggedly.