human
The nation is saved!
gpt
Do hurry! urged Constance.
human
It's two minutes of four!
gpt
Tough luck! suddenly commented Val Russel.
human
It just occurs to me that our friend Johnny will have to break into his million to pay for his blow-out.
gpt
I'm glad of it, snapped Morton Washer.
human
He took an eighth of that million out of my pocket. He can afford to give a dinner, with salted almonds and real imported champagne at every plate.
gpt
And a glass-scratching diamond souvenir from the million-dollar bride,
human
Are we positive that he has won a bride?
gpt
I don't know myself, boasted Johnny with an assumption of masculine masterfulness which he knew he could never maintain.
human
Will you marry me, Constance?
gpt
I decline to discuss that in public,
human
Listen!