human
Say, boss, when do we eat? Big Medicine inquired anxiously.
gpt
By cripes, I'm holler plumb down to my toes,--and them's froze stiff.
human
Eat? We eat when we get these storm scenes taken, Luck told him heartlessly.
gpt
I'm afraid it'll clear up.
human
Afraid it'll clear up!
gpt
Oh, quit kicking, the Native Son advised ironically.
human
We're only living some of Luck's big minutes he used to tell about.
gpt
Part of the business, boys, he said.
human
Think of the picture stuff there is in this storm!
gpt
Why, sure! Weary responded with exaggerated cheerfulness.
human
I've been freezing artistically ever since daylight. Darn me for leaving my old sourdough coat at home when I hit for the land of orange blossoms and singing birds and sunshine.
gpt
Aw, gwan! I never was warm a minute in Los Angeles except when I got hot at the Acme. Montana never seen the day it was as cold as here.
human
Come on, boys, let's get these dissolve scenes of cattle perishing in a blizzard. After that--hey, Annie! You come, make plenty fire, plenty coffee. I show you location.
gpt
Coffee! Weary murmured ecstatically.
human
Plenty fire, plenty coffee--oh, mama!