Archie MacDonald: [hanging up a portrait of Hector on the wall] Is he straight?
Molly MacDonald: As much as he ever was.

Golly: [finding Jo and Killwillie drunk] So much for my inheritance, Hector.

McGregor: The late Mr. MacDonald made a number of wills. In the latest he wrote out the bequests on separate sheets in his own hand, which he was keen for you to read yourselves.
Golly: I'll, uh..."To my liege man Golly, as true a man as I've ever known, I leave what remains of my once-mighty collection of single malt whiskeys, in the hope that he will toast our association every Saint Andrew's Day." That I will, Hector.
Duncan: "To my assistant gillie and court jester Duncan, I leave the entire contents of my wardrobe in the hope that this may encourage him to wear something other than that filthy ki...kilt and moth-eaten cardigan he insists on donning every day." It's not a cardy; it's a fleece. I paid eight quid for that.
Lexie: "To estimable Alexandra, I bequeath a sufficient sum for a new set of saucepans, the remainder to be spent on garments that expose her even more estimable midriff."
Molly: "To my darling wife, best friend and good companion Molly, I bequeath the rest of my goods and effects as well as my ridiculously puny personal holdings in the hope thay they will help her become a very merry widow."

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