"I dinna' think the lass much over 17; I've spoiled all

  muh chances by dent of an incurrably romantic

  disposition.  She ne'er cared two straws for muh."

"What did you say spoiled your chances?"

"An incurrably romantic disposition."

"23?!  She was 23 when she said those things

  to muh this afternoon?"

"Our position in this

  County is positively

  historic - we go back

  twenty years!"

Settling on the lass.

"He keeps 200 horses!"

"What says the lady?"

"I will not be auctioned off!"