human
There! Burns exclaimed in a tone of satisfaction as he threw himself down upon the pine needle-strewn ground at Ellen's side.
gpt
How's this for a comfortable nest? Think we can spend six contented hours here, my honey?
human
Six days if you like. How I wish we could!
gpt
So do I. Jove, how I'd like it! I haven't had enough of you to satisfy me for many a moon. And there's no trying to get it, except by running away like this.
human
We ought to do it oftener.
gpt
We ought, but we can't. At least we couldn't. Perhaps now--