text_original: The waitress says it's _cold_, dear! Isn't it simply ridiculous in a place like London never to be able to get a hot lunch! . . . What? The grill is hot? But, my good girl, I don't want any grill. . . . And the soup and fish? I don't want either soup or fish.
text_transcription: THE WAITRESS SAYS IT'S COLD DEAR ISN'T IT SIMPLY RIDICULOUS IN A PLACE LIKE LONDON NEVER TO BE ABLE TO GET A HOT LUNCH WHAT THE GRILL IS HOT BUT MY GOOD GIRL I DON'T WANT ANY GRILLE AND THE SOUP AND FISH I DON'T WANT EITHER SOUP OR FISH
phonemes: ðə wˈeɪtɹəs sˈɛz ɪts kˈoʊld, dˈɪɹ! ˌɪzənt ɪt sˈɪmpli ɹɪdˈɪkjʊləs ɪn ɐ plˈeɪs lˈaɪk lˈʌndən nˈɛvɚ təbi ˈeɪbəl tə ɡɛt ɐ hˈɑːt lˈʌntʃ! . . . wˌʌt? ðə ɡɹˈɪl ɪz hˈɑːt? bˌʌt, maɪ ɡˈʊd ɡˈɜːl, aɪ dˈoʊnt wˈɔnt ˌɛni ɡɹˈɪl. . . . ænd ðə sˈuːp ænd fˈɪʃ? aɪ dˈoʊnt wˈɔnt ˈiːðɚ sˈuːp ɔːɹ fˈɪʃ.