human
We want the best of your ordinary dishes, Tallente told him,
gpt
You will never bring me out again, she declared.
human
I want some champagne.
gpt
I never felt more like it myself, he agreed.
human
The _Pommery_, George, slightly iced, an aperitif now, and the dinner can take its course. We will linger over the _hors d'oeuvres_ and we are in no hurry.