human
There, you lazy villain, I think you'll do! he declared at last.
gpt
Don't forget about the hostages in the second line; you seem pretty shaky on that. I guess, though, you'll pull through alive.
human
Bobbie, you're my guiding angel, returned the elder boy yawning.
gpt
When I make my pile and die rich I'm going to leave you all my money.
human
Great Hat! Hear him. Leave me your money! What do you suppose I'm going to be doing while you're rolling up your millions? I intend to be rich myself, thank you, retorted Bob, throwing down his book.
gpt
Now for the plum-cake! You deserve about half the loaf, old man, but I shan't give it to you, for it would make you sick as a dog, and then I'd have you to take care of. Oh, I say, listen a minute! Isn't that the crowd coming from the gym? Open the window and whistle to them. Tell 'em to pile up here for a feed. And get your muscle to work on this olive bottle, Van. I can't get the cork out.