"I just can't stop eating these North African dates," said Tom moorishly.

"Ughh! That was a Seville Orange!" Tom complained bitterly.

"The answer's a lemon," Tom said sourly.

"Would you like an olive?" he enquired oilily.

"I can shoot an apple off the top of your head," Tom boasted tellingly.

"That's a nice pear you've got," he told her, double-entendredly.

"Over here, we call them 'marrows', not 'squash,'" Tom replied crushingly.

- and a sweetener to finish with:-
"Oooh! look! some one's given me some sugary Turkish sweets!" Tom exclaimed delightedly.