human
You've got that line wrong,
gpt
What do you know about it, you young vagabond? cried the painter angrily.
human
Out of this! Run, scamper, and don't show your rogue's face here again! But stop. Before you go, come here, and point out what struck you as wrong.
gpt
You little scamp, how did you find that out? You are right, sir! But what business have you to criticise my picture? I am hesitating whether to thrash you, or to make a painter of you.
human
Make a painter of me, by all means;