"oooo, where am I? I may not be the Frozen Logger, but I sure am the Frozen Fiddler. Let me see my Maggie darling!! Is she alright?"

"Oh, Maggie, hon, a new set of strings and you will be good as new!
What about me fingers, MissKat? Are they OK? Will I be able to play again? Otherwise, you will all just have to pay me not to sing........"

"Is that roast auroch and mulled wine I smell? Oh, please, could I have some? And what was that vile stuff some strange man was pouring down my throat? Nassssssssty, nasssssssty stuff."