human
That clothes line won't hold him up no more than a cotton thread if he wants to drive her through,
gpt
He won't know but what it's a steel cable.
human
I don't like this job.
gpt
Cover your radiator, and let the lap-robe hang down over the license number. Tie a rag over the rear license-plate. Let down the front window. Detach the meter and lay it on the floor.
human
What's that for?
gpt
It'll be in our passenger's way on the ride home,
human
It's a six, said Greg listening with a professional ear.
gpt
He's got a bum spark plug. She's running on five legs.
human
I'm not the man for this job, moaned Hickey.
gpt
I'm sick!
human
Hide yourself behind the flivver. I'll call you when you're wanted.