...ye have to love them...
You are supposed to love everyone until they prove themselves unworthy of your love.
As for The Scots, they have a special place in my heart. When I was a boilermaker apprentice, my mentor was a dour Scot, with whom none of the other apprentices would work.
He seemed a bit fierce at first, but it was my job to learn from him. He was a really good craftsman and I learned an awful lot.
I learned a lot more about him the day that his canary died, and he came to work, almost in tears.
A great man and a great teacher and a great friend, I really missed him when he finally left.