human
Yuh might better uh kicked 'em outa here without no softsoapin' about it, now I'm tellin' yuh! Applehead grumbled when they were out of earshot.
gpt
You may know your business better'n what I do, but by thunder I wouldn't uh give 'em no five dollars--ner five cents. 'S like feedin' a stray dog; yuh won't never git rid of 'em now. They'll be hangin' around under yer feet--
human
At that, I might have use for them, Luck retorted unmoved.
gpt
They're fine types.
human
Types! old Applehead exploded indignantly.
gpt
Types! They're sneak-thieves and cutthroats 't I wouldn't trust fur's I could throw a bull by the tail. That's what they be. Types,--my granny!
human
PLUMB SPOILED, D' YUH MEAN?