human
Hello, there, Doc!
gpt
How do you do, Mr. Klinker?
human
Been up chinning your sporting editor, Ragsy Hurd. Trying to arrange a mill at the Mercury between Smithy of the Y.M.C.A. and Hank McGurk, the White Plains Cyclone.
gpt
A mill--?
human
Scrap--boxin' match, y' know. Done up your writings for the day?
gpt
My newspaper writings--yes.
human
Where you hittin' for now? Paynter's?
gpt
Yes.
human
Walkin'?--That's right. I'll go with you.
gpt
You ain't feelin' good, are you, Doc? You're lookin' white as a milk-shake.
human
I feel reasonably well, thank you. As for color, I have never had any, I believe.
gpt
I don't guess, the life you lead. Got the headache, haven't you? Have it about half the time, now don't you, hey?
human
Oh, I have a headache quite frequently, but I never pay any attention to it.
gpt
Well, you'd ought to. Don't you know the headache is just nature tipping you off there's something wrong inside? I've been watching you at the supper table for some time now. That pallor you got ain't natural pallor. You're pasty, that's right. I'll bet segars you wake up three mornings out of four feelin' like a dish of stewed prunes.
human
If I do--though of course I can only infer how such a dish feels--it is really of no consequence, I assure you.
gpt
Don't you fool yourself! It makes a lot of consequence to you. Ask a doctor, if you don't believe me. But I got your dia'nosis now, same as a medical man that's right. I know what's your trouble, Doc, just like you had told me yourself.
human
Ah? What, Mr. Klinker?
gpt
Exercise.
human
You mean lack of exercise?
gpt
I mean, said Klinker,