“Maybe Scotty the Potty turned into Scotty the Hottie. Have you thought about that?”
“Now that Scotty has entered the realm of myth, everyone wants to own him. And maybe they should. Doesn't a myth belong to everyone?”
“Very funny, Scotty. Now beam me up my clothes.”
“Unfortunately for you, Scotty,' I said, removing his hand, 'they don't serve a drink called the Idiotfucker.”
“I tell Esther she should ease up on lard. There's no need to mix lard in with Scottie's rice, chicken, and beans. I tell her she hasn't read the blogs. I've read the blogs. I know what Scottie should eat.”
“Time’s a goon, right? You gonna let that goon push you around?” Scotty shook his head. “The goon won.”