"Those Scottish people...man, are they a tough bunch. You know the sun only shines one day a year over there. When I was in Glasgow, the sun came out, and all these white people--and I mean white--white as your napkin there, ripped their coats off and ran into the sun. They were burned to a crisp in fifteen minutes they're so white. One of them told me he burned his wee arm. Wee arm, what's that, I said. Apparently, your wee arm runs from your wrist to your elbow."