human
Well, George--what do you think of my regalia--eh?
gpt
First profits of the business. We got over the line yesterday noon, and I had a thousand to go on, and this morning I just went on this spree--what say?
human
Well, Cap, when Morty Sands sees you he will die of envy. You're certainly the lily of the Valley and the bright and morning star--the fairest of ten thousand to my soul! Grant, said Brotherton as he turned to his customer,