human
Let's go somewhere,
gpt
Sometimes on Sunday mornings I seem to hear 'em, preachers, droning and shouting all over the land, he told her once.
human
What's in it? What do they know about God or where you go when you are dead? Nothing, no more than you or I!
gpt
Don't, Ethel--please--don't take it like that! I was a brute! I won't again! I'll keep it inside! I'm sorry, dear!
human
Oh, Joe, she whispered,
gpt
What are we all doing here?