The Scots is inconsistent, and I feel like if you forced an alien to listen to every Scottish folk song it'd write a book with the same phrases at just as high a frequency. If I was a drinker I'd take a shot every time I read the word jings or crivvens. At one point the writers have a topless kilted golfer talk about "yon Tarzan gadgie" then go home to drink his "Iron Brew".