human
Nivver moind the rist, sor. Gimme the list av the whole av thim, and a boonch av thim godfa—I mane, thim proxies.
gpt
There's a good man, now—no bodther at all, at all.
human
And moind you take Chimmie along wid you, Michael, said Mrs. O'Connor, grasping at once her husband's intention and eagerly espousing it.
gpt
Chim knows manny as well as you, and some betther. Thin, he is eddi_cay_ted, too, Michael, dear. And I'll get Tim to come over and tind bar, dear.
human
Thrue for you, Bridgit Ann, said O'Connor, warmly.