human
What kind of a man do you call yourself? she cried.
gpt
With all your millions locked up in the bank, and dressed in a suit that my old man wouldn't sweep up manure in! What are you doing down here anyhow? Go back up town where you belong! She shook a fist like a ham in his face.
human
Do you see that? That's an honest hand that never filched a penny. For a word I'd plant it in your ugly face, you Shylock! You penny-parer!
gpt
Come on, fellows, let him have it!