NED: Joe Malignant is no longer my friend.
ED: Why not?
NED: Because – he’s always spreading tumours about me!
Ned and Ed
NED: I caught you heating up your own booger!
ED: So?
NED: Your goos is cooked!
NED: How was your trip to the farm?
ED: Very bizarre!
NED: Why’s that?
ED: Well, I never thought I’d see a wasp screwing a bull, butt lowin’ bee-hole – there it was!
NED: I have a foot fetish!
ED: Huh?
NED: Just call me Toe bias!
NED: Being a cremator is a lucrative business.
ED: How’s that?
NED: You urn a lot!
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: It’s raining spiders!
ED: Oh no.
NED: It’s a tarantula downpour!
NED: I have a knocker on my house door.
ED: Really. You have a knocker.
NED: Does that impress you?
ED: Yes. You deserve the No Bell prize.
NED: Did the Secretary of State buy a new car?
ED: Who – HondaLeasa Rice?
NED: Was it was strange working beside the woman who had poseable breasts?
ED: Yes – it was quite the jugs-to-position!


