human
Huht yo' haid, Mr. Brassfield? Kind o' dreamin', wasn't yo', suh? said the porter.
gpt
Bettah tuhn in again, suh. I'll wake yo' fo' N'Yohk. Yo' kin sleep late on account of the snow holdin' us back. Jes' lay down, Mr. Brassfield; it's only 3:35.