Scott's wenches

Amber:
Scott, we should have thrown him a wench

Scott:
I'm all out of emergency wenches, unfortunately.

Amber:
get me a fathom o' wenches! On the double! Yarrrrrrrrr

Scott:
Quick, Timmy's fallen down the well! Throw him the emergency wench!

Amber:
Sarge, I've just been downstairs and our emergency wenches have all mysteriously disappeared. You know we've already talked about this kind of thing.

Scott:
Go search the lockers, Constable, I think you'll find the wenches stuffed inside. The boys have obviously forgotten to put the wenches back in the supply room after use.

Scott the mad scientist

Amber:
James is alive!

Scott:
Its allive! alive! *cackles* Those fools at the Royal Society said it would never happen, but they were wrong! Muahahahahaha! Today I am a god!

James:
You always were a mite dyslexic, Beauregarde - today you are, in fact, a dog.
Now be a good boy and fetch my slippers.

Scott:
Bark!

Scott speaks LOL cat

"dear mr bossman,
can I has hometime now, plz?"

"Dear Mr X,
Noooooo, we be taking your visa!! lolz!"