human
You'll take rye, he said as he returned his keys to his pocket.
gpt
An' seein' it's your good day, an' it's on me, we'll have it out o' this thirteen-year-old bottle.
human
The sight of his gluttony made Beasley feel glad that the thirteen-year-old bottle had been replenished that morning from the common
gpt
That's an elegant claim of yours, Ike, he said, taking up his favorite position on the bar.
human
It's chock full of alluvial. Don't scarcely need washing. Guess I must ha' paid you two thousand dollars an' more since--since we got busy. Your luck was mighty busy when they cast the lots.
gpt
Luck? Guess I'm the luckiest hoboe in this layout,
human
How about Pete? he grinned. He knew that Ike had an utter detestation of Pete, and did not have to guess at the reason.
gpt
I paid him more than that by fi' hundred. How's that?
human
Tcha'! Pete ain't no account anyways, Ike retorted angrily.
gpt
Say, he pitches his dollars to glory at poker 'most every night. Pete ain't got no sort o' savee. You don't see me bustin' my wad that way.
human
How about the gals? Guess you hand 'em a tidy pile.
gpt
Gals! Ike suddenly became thoughtful. His gaze wandered toward the window. Then he abruptly turned back to the bar and clamored for another drink.
human
We'll have that thirteen-year-old, he cried.
gpt
An' guess I'll have a double dose. Gals!
human
Ther's sure on'y one gal around here. That's why I got around now. Guess I'm payin' her a 'party' call right now, 'fore the folks get around. Say, I'm goin' to marry that gal. She's sure a golden woman. Golden! Gee, it sounds good!
gpt
Goin' to ask her now?
human
Sure,
gpt
What about Pete?
human
Pete ken go plumb to hell!