human
You talk about a quart pot--_you_, she shrieked.
gpt
Why, your family have drunk up thousands of pounds--you know they have. Where's the Manor? they swilled it away. Where's Upper Court? they got it down their throats. They built a house to drink in and nothing else. You know they did. You told me yourself. The most disgraceful set of drunkards that ever lived!
human
Your family don't drink, then, I suppose?
gpt
Your lot's been drinking two hundred years--why, you're always talking about it.
human
Your family be as nervous as cats--see their hands shake in the morning.
gpt
They go to business in the City and do something; they don't mess about planting rubbishing potatoes.
human
A pretty mess they've made of their business, as shaky as their hands. Fidgetty, miserable, nervous set they be.
gpt
They're not stocks and stones like yours, anyhow, as stolid, and slow, and stupid; why, you do nothing but sleep, sleep, sleep, and talk, talk, talk. You've been talking with the lazy lot over at the stile, and you've been talking with that old fool at the back door, and talking with Jack Duck--and that's your second mug! You're descended from a nasty, greasy lardy-cake! There!