For God's sake bring me a large Scotch. What a bloody awful country.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
If I were not French I would choose to be - Scotch.
Whiskey is all right in its place - but its place is hell.
I should never have switched from Scotch to Martinis.
I board with a poor Scotchman: his wife can talk scarce any English.
A glass of whisky in Scotland in the thirties cost less than a cup of tea.
Let's drink to the spirit of gallantry and courage that made a strange Heaven out of unbelievable Hell, and let's drink to the hope that one day this country of ours, which we love so much, will find dignity and greatness and peace again.
O! Desolated Scotland, too credulous of fair speeches, and not aware of the calamities which are coming upon you! If you were to judge as I do, you would not easily put your neck under a foreign yoke.
And we'd drink huge amounts of scotch and coke, which is a ghastly sweet drink... And now people don't drink nearly as much, for good reason. We're all a little wiser.
If you want something Scottish, go get yourself a kilt.
In all my travels I never met with any one Scotchman but what was a man of sense: I believe everybody of that country that has any, leaves it as fast as they can.