This guy is a strange specimen. He enjoys haggis, bagpipe music and is also known as 'Rowdy Roddy Peeper'. Enough said.
"Get your haggis, right here! Chopped heart and lungs, boiled in a wee sheep's stomach! Tastes as
good as it sounds. Good for what ails ya!"
"I dinna cry when me own father was hung for stealing a pig. But I'll cry now."
Skinner: Would the world judge me harshly if I threw away the key? Willie: No. But the PTA would tear ya a new arse. Skinner: Wise counsel, William. But the potty talk adds nothing. Willie: Aye, sir. You bath-taking, underpants-wearing lily-hugger.
"If elected mayor, my first act will be to kill the whole lot of ya, and burn yer town to cinders!"
Willie: What!? Have ye gone waxy in yer beester?! I canna fit in the wee vent, ye croquet-
playin' mint-muncher! Skinner: Grease yourself up and go in, you ... guff-speaking work slacker. Willie: Ooh. Good comeback.
"Now the kilt was only for day-to-day wear. In battle we donned a full-length ball gown covered in
sequins. The idea was to blind your opponent with luxury."
"Argh, I'll kill that Mr Burns! And I'll wound that Mr Smithers!"