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• Oh whistle, and I 'll come to ye, my lad.
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Whistle, and I 'll come to ye...
• Ye banks and braes o' bonny Doon, How can ye bloom sae fresh and fair?
  How can ye chant, ye little birds, And I sae weary fu' o' care?...
• The fear o' hell 's a hangman's whip To haud the wretch in orde
  But where ye feel your honour grip, Let that aye be your border....
• I canna change the laws of physics, Captain, but I can find ye a loophole.
• If naebody care for me, I 'll care for naebody.
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- I hae a Wife o' my Ai...
• And may you better reck the rede, Than ever did the adviser!
  -- Robert Burns (1759-1796) -- Epistle to a Young Friend...
• But in the way of bargain, mark ye me, I 'll cavil on the ninth part of a hair.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry IV -- Act iii, Sc. 1...
• Old robot: What are ye doing? Bender: We're whaling on the original were-car, which is you, you jerk.
  Old robot: Ye think me be he? Bender: Si. Old robot: Nee. I mean, no....
• We be of one blood, ye and i. -- Rudyard Kipling