Every time I watch Braveheart,
I get inordinately upset that I’m not Scottish.
And try to make up for it by talking like William Wallace all day.
Waiter: Would you like a drink with that?
Me: I weel no’ be told, “Would you liyk a drrrink with tha’” by you or any other man whiyle I live.
Waiter: …..whatever, man, I just do what I’m told.
Me: Aachk, ye do wha’ yerr told, do ye? Rrrright, an’ where would ye be without yourr FRRRREEDOOOOOOOOOOM?!
Everything is instantly more epic with a Scottish accent.
Or if you’re Brian Blessed.