Think Pat Boone. Think bible basher. Think Ned Flanders.
Ned: At times like these, I used to turn to the Bible to find solace, but even the Good Book can't help me now. Homer: Why not? Ned: I sold it to you for seven cents.
"Dear God, thank you for Ziggy comics, little baby ducks, and 'Sweatin' to the Oldies', volumes one, two and four."
Ned: Knock that off, you two. It's time for church. Todd: We're not going to church today. Ned: What? You give me one good reason. Todd: It's Saturday. Ned: Okelly-Dokelly-do!
"Bless the grocer for this wonderful meat, the middleman who jacked up the price, and let's not forget the humane but determined boys at the slaughterhouse."
"Okay, folks. Look, I called the police captain in Shelbyville and he says he hasn't seen our kids, but if they show up in the morgue he's gonna fax us."
Bart: Eat my shorts Shelbyville! Homer and Bart: Eat my shorts!! Ned: Yes, eat all of our shirts!
"Heydilly-ho! Welcome to your new home, neglect-areenos!"
Ned: I attacked all my friends and neighbours just for trying to help me. I'd like to commit myself. Nurse: Very well, shall I show you to your room, or would you prefer to be dragged off kicking and screaming? Ned: Ooh. Kicking and screaming please!