NED: I just got kicked in the nuts…
ED: Oh no – that’s pistachiownage!
Ned and Ed
NED: Eating yogurt gives me pornographic hallucinations.
ED: Really?
NED: Yeah. I think it’s the acidophallus.
NED: Ouch!
ED: What?
NED: You! Why’d you just prick me with that pushpin?
ED: Sorry. It seems you were in my zone of a tack.
NED: I dropped my jar of strawberry jam. It landed on the floor!
ED: Oh no.
NED: Now it’s busted. I wasn’t ex-pectin that.
NED: I heard your new flatmate is made of Jello?
ED: What? That’s ridiculous!
NED: Really.
ED: Those are just viscous roomers!
NED: Have you heard it through the grape vine?
ED: No, I don’t keep up with currant events.
NED: C’mon, you should be raisin your awareness!
ED: Hey – quit winin‘!
NED: I’m just trying to give you a lil’ viticulture…
ED: Aw, put a cork in it.
NED: All my pimples are named ‘Benedict XVI’…
ED: Hmm, I don’t know. You shouldn’t pope your zits.
Ned: Did your dog eat your squid?
Ed: No. It was my cat. It was an act o puss.
NED: Did you hear the pun about the sick bird?
ED: No…
NED: Well I can’t tell you.
ED: Why not?
NED: Because – it’s ill eagle.
NED: I caught you heating up your own booger!
ED: So?
NED: Your goos is cooked!