“I’m gonna hurl!” said Tom wretchedly.
“I am unable to urinate” said Tom piquantly.
“They caught me stealing in Saudi Arabia”, Tom said, offhandedly.
“I’m still getting used to this prosthetic leg”, Tom said, putting his best foot forward.
“I ain’t really dead,” said Elvis L1vely.
“240 East 49th Street sucks”, said Tom disconsolately.
“I’m pleased to present the man who is the world’s foremost authority on word play” said Tom pungently.
“So, you’re the founder of Rolling Stone”? Tom yawned.
“I guess I’ve left Cousy draped over the backboard long enough” said Bill Russell, letting his guard down.
“This isn’t really an embassy and you’re not really an ambassador and you’re not even on time!” said Tom, disconsulately.
“I still have a soft spot for that 1967 Liz Taylor movie,” said Tom, shrewdly.
“Guess I got caught with my pants down,” Tom said embarrassedly.
“But I’m not embarrassed at all about it”, Tom added, cockily.
“When I was a kid, I used to amuse myself by lighting insects on fire” said Tom flamboyantly.
“Go back, Jack, do it again” said Tom with a steely expression.
“It’s so cold I’ve pulled the collar of my turtleneck sweater up over my mouth” said Tom, mortified.
“Cogito ergo sum” said Descartes self-consciously.
“Ever heard of Mr. Pickle’s sandwich shops?” Tom asked, dilligently.
“I consider The Stooges to be among rock ‘n’ roll royalty” said Tom ignobly.
“I’ll fly you down in my private jet” said Tom with a leer.