human
Let's don't bother to go back by way of Montreal, said Linda, exultantly, as she started the motor and taxied along the frozen field.
gpt
Let's head straight for Spring City!
human
But do you know the way?
gpt
Yes, I guess so. I have a map--oh, not the kind Ted makes, but good enough. We'll fly across country, and stop when we get tired.
human
But it's getting dark, Linda,
gpt
We can't help that, Lou! It would be getting dark anyway, even if we were headed for Montreal.
human
But this is strange country. So many woods, too. A forced landing would be terrible, Linda.
gpt
Who said anything about a forced landing?