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 and Ed
NED: Why don’t you like the official web sites for any cities in France?
ED: Because – they’re the epitome of e-ville.
NED: I heard your new flatmate is made of Jello?
ED: What? That’s ridiculous!
NED: Really.
ED: Those are just viscous roomers!
NED: I caught you heating up your own booger!
ED: So?
NED: Your goos is cooked!
NED: I’ll never make a pun about sheep incest
ED: C’mon, just lamb poon them a little bit…
NED: There you go again, pressing my muttons!
NED: Was it was strange working beside the woman who had poseable breasts?
ED: Yes – it was quite the jugs-to-position!
NED: I don’t get along with bakers.
ED: Really.
NED: Let’s just say, there’s no loaf lost between us.
NED: Hear about my friend Stan, who had his penis cut off by his wife?
ED: Really! She must have been sent to prison.
NED: No, I’m afraid she was let off.
ED: Really. Why?
NED: Because – the judge ruled there was only circumcise-Stan-genital evidence!
NED: I refuse to write poetry about pigs’ knees.
ED: Why’s that?
NED: It’s against my religion. I don’t do pigs’ knees. Is that controversial?
ED: Well, you sure have a hardline stanza on a boar shin!
NED: I’d like to form a lynch mob.
ED: I dunno, that’s pretty extreme.
NED: Just think of the posse abilities…