human
I don't gener'ly make a bad guess, he said blandly.
gpt
But I reckoned 'em a bit high this journey. Ther's four hundred an' seventy-six dollars comin' to you--ha'f cash an' ha'f credit. Is it a deal?
human
To hell! he cried fiercely.
gpt
Ther's fi' hundred dollars ther' if ther's a cent. An' I want it all cash.
human
The scales don't lie, he said.
gpt
But ther', it's the way wi' youse fellers. You see a chunk o' gold an' you don't see the quartz stickin' around it. Here, I'll put a hundred an' seventy-six credit an' the rest cash. I can't speak fairer.