Ned Flanders

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!

 

 

DIDDLY!