human
Here, said Donelly,
gpt
It is good that we brought our luncheon with us, and above all some whisky, which is the staff of life. Look here, my dear fellow. I wish it were possible to get this stinking stuff off our hands and faces; it smells like the scouring poured down the sink in Satan's own back kitchen. Is there not a bottle of claret in the basket?
human
Yes, I put one in.
gpt
Then, said he,
human
The water has all ebbed away, I remarked
gpt
We cannot clean ourselves in that.
human
Then uncork the _Saint Julien_.