human
Where's my bag? he demanded, generally.
gpt
I want dry clothes.
human
Who's got a knife?
gpt
What d'you want of a knife?
human
To cut your throat, you hang-dog scoundrel, said Sampson, irately.
gpt
Forsythe, you speak kindly and gently to me while we're together, or I'll break some o' your small bones. Who's got a knife?
human
Here's one, Sampson,
gpt
All right, Hawkes. Now, will you stand up and rip these wet duds off me? I can't get 'em off with the darbies in the way.
human
What kept you, and what happened? asked Kelly.
gpt
Did he douse you with a bucket o' water?