text_original: "Same old Bob," he grunted as I rose, and then he grasped my hand with a grin. "Good luck, my boy, on your journey, and may old Vulcan be out on a vacation when you pass his door."
text_transcription: SAME OLD BOB HE GRUNTED AS I ROSE AND THEN GRASPED MY HAND WITH A GRIN GOOD LUCK MY BOY ON YOUR JOURNEY AND MAY OLD VULCAN BE OUT ON VACATION WHEN YOU PASS HIS DOOR
phonemes: "sˈeɪm ˈoʊld bˈɑːb," hiː ɡɹˈʌntᵻd æz aɪ ɹˈoʊz, ænd ðˈɛn hiː ɡɹˈæspt maɪ hˈænd wɪð ɐ ɡɹˈɪn. "ɡˈʊd lˈʌk, maɪ bˈɔɪ, ˌɔn jʊɹ dʒˈɜːni, ænd mˈeɪ ˈoʊld vˈʌlkən biː ˈaʊt ˌɔn ɐ veɪkˈeɪʃən wɛn juː pˈæs hɪz dˈɔːɹ."