human
But you ain't got the money to buy 'm,
gpt
I've got the thousand, if that's what you mean.
human
No, Daughtry shook his head.
gpt
I mean he ain't for sale at any price. Besides, what do you want 'm for?
human
I like him, Del Mar answered.
gpt
Why do I come to this joint? Why does the crowd come here? Why do men buy wine, run horses, sport actresses, become priests or bookworms? Because they like to. That's the answer. We all do what we like when we can, go after the thing we want whether we can get it or not. Now I like your dog, I want him. I want him a thousand dollars' worth. See that big diamond on that woman's hand over there. I guess she just liked it, and wanted it, and got it, never mind the price. The price didn't mean as much to her as the diamond. Now that dog of yours--
human
Don't like you, Dag Daughtry broke in.
gpt
Which is strange. He likes most everybody without fussin' about it. But he bristled at you from the first. No man'd want a dog that don't like him.
human
Which isn't the question, Del Mar stated quietly.
gpt
I like him. As for him liking or not liking me, that's my look-out, and I guess I can attend to that all right.