human
Stan' up, Narcisse, an' we 'll see de fit. Dat sash it was mak' for you, For de ole wan 's gettin' on, you know, An' o' course it 'll never do If de boy I marry can't go an' spen' W'at dey 're callin' de weddin' tour Wit' me, for visitin' all hees frien', An' not have a nice ceinture.
gpt
Could n't be better, ma chère Marie, Dat sash it is fit so well-- It jus' suit you, an' it jus' suit me, An' bote togeder, ma belle.