[Scotty's comfortably kicking back on his desk, examining his nails.]
Such a shame we won't be able to celebrate St. Patrick's Day, what with the pub bein' closed and all of that.
[He takes a drink from his flask.]
The Micks'll just have to figure out some way to make it through. They're a hardy people, able to sustain themselves on potatoes and cheap vodka alone for centuries, and that's a fact. It's why they're all craggy-faced like a bunch o' sodding spuds.
Sorry, McCoy. Y'must really be hurtin' over this. I'm here to lend you an ear if y'need. Or whiskey. Scottish whiskey.
[He holds up his flask and the rest
looks an awful lot like this. ;)]