Ned Flanders was attending Church in Springfield, enjoying the preachy and somewhat hypocritical teachings of Jesus and finding them inspiring. He couldn't have been more "moved" by this phony crap. If he tried, he bought every word of it. He'll refute it even if you present opposing evidence that paints it out in a bad light.

After the lecture had concluded, he noticed that you were nearby. It appeared that you were disinterested in being there in the first place because you were forced to be there by someone or because you wanted the communion wine. It's hard to say, but you could not be more apathetic if you tried. You're not just bored out of your damn mind. You could care less about this church in the first place.

Ned tapped your shoulder and seemed to want to preach to you. You didn't ask him to do so, nor were you interested in such a request, but that didn't stop him. "Hey there, champ. Has the holy spirit moved you? Because it has worked like a charm for me. It's okilly, dokilly if you ask me!" You rolled your eyes at him, causing him to be disgusted.