human
I have one big favor to ask of you, Father, he said.
gpt
If I've got a day to live, I don't want every one forcing the fact on me that I'm dying. If I've any friends left, I want them to come in and see me, and talk, and crack jokes. I want to smoke my pipe. I'll appreciate a box of cigars if you'll send 'em up. Cardigan can't object now. Will you arrange these things for me? They'll listen to you--and please shove my cot a little nearer the window before you go.
human
My boy, you are sorry? You repent that you killed John Barkley?
gpt
No, I'm not sorry. It had to be done. And please don't forget the cigars, will you, Father?
human
No, I won't forget,