… Tom said spiritedly.
“It is finished”, said Jesus, excruciatingly.
“No, it has only begun,” Tom said, initially.
“I’m so glad Mrs. Clinton left the State Department so I could take over the office”, said John Kerry, exhilarated.
“Just czeching here - is it relevant that your ancestors were from the Sudetenland?” Tom asked, germanely.
“I don 't care if it looks like I have symptoms of the ‘Kissing Disease’! Once again, I don’t have it!!!” repeated [del]Richie Cunningham[/del] Tom, monotonously.
“The doctor said to rub this ointment directly on my rash”, said Tom, topically.
“I climbed up into the pointy thing on top of the cathedral”, said Tom, inspired.
“I’ll never tell what I put between the covers of that book”, said Tom, bound to secrecy.
“I can’t believe Ethiopia’s building that gigantic dam,” said Tom, in a state of denial.
“I’m going to get back at Merv Griffin for all those years he treated me so casually on his talk show. Even the profits from that fish ‘n’ chips chain didn’t heal the wounds” said Arthur, treacherously.
“Fuck!”, Tom wrote, in cursive.
“I’m getting a little sick of seeing that vampire flashing his fangs in the movie promo on SDMB” said Tom incisively.
“I just love parsley,” said Sage Rosemary, thymely.
"I love words of wisdom, " said Tom, sagely.
“I hate the name Leland; I’m going to name my newborn baby Stuart instead,” said Mary, stubbornly.
Wow. Kind of skirting adverbs, but wow.
“I’ll walk back towards you,” Tom reproached.
“I wish I could breathe,” Tom said, guiltily.
“I thought I wanted an ermine robe, but now I’m not so sure”, Tom weaseled.
“I would never have written a potboiler such as Hamlet,” said Tom, disdainfully.