text_original: "Ripe enough for doin' up. I can make pear honey of 'em. They'd ha' been good done with molasses, if I'd ha' had 'em in time. You can't do nothin' with 'em as they be. They'd draw your mouth all up." Rotha looked at her pears and laughed. "Shews how much I know!" she said. "Folks as lives in the City o' Pride don't know much o' things!" remarked Prissy. "The City of Pride. Why do you call New York that?" "Aint it?"
text_transcription: RIPE ENOUGH FOR DOING UP I CAN MAKE PEAR HONEY OF EM THEY'D HAVE BEEN GOOD DONE WITH MOLASSES IF I'D HAD EM IN TIME YOU CAN'T DO NOTHING WITH EM AS THEY BE THEY DRAW YOUR MOUTH ALL UP ROTHA LOOKED AT HER PEARS AND LAUGHED SHOWS HOW MUCH I KNOW SHE SAID FOLKS AS LIVES IN THE CITY OF PRIDE DON'T KNOW MUCH O THINGS REMARKED PRISY A CITY OF PRIDE WHY DO YOU CALL NEW YORK THAT AIN'T IT
phonemes: "ɹˈaɪp ɪnˈʌf fɔːɹ dˈuːɪn ˈʌp. aɪ kæn mˌeɪk pˈɛɹ hˈʌni ʌv ˈɛm. ðeɪd hˈɑː bˌɪn ɡˈʊd dˈʌn wɪð məlˈæsᵻz, ɪf aɪd hˈɑː hæd ˈɛm ɪn tˈaɪm. juː kˈænt dˈuː nˈʌθɪn wɪð ˈɛm æz ðeɪ bˈiː. ðeɪd dɹˈɔː jʊɹ mˈaʊθ ˈɔːl ˈʌp." ɹˈɑːθə lˈʊkt æt hɜː pˈɛɹz ænd lˈæft. "ʃˈoʊz hˌaʊ mˈʌtʃ aɪ nˈoʊ!" ʃiː sˈɛd. "fˈoʊks æz lˈaɪvz ɪnðə sˈɪɾi ˈoʊ pɹˈaɪd dˈoʊnt nˈoʊ mˈʌtʃ ˈoʊ θˈɪŋz!" ɹᵻmˈɑːɹkt pɹˈɪsi. "ðə sˈɪɾi ʌv pɹˈaɪd. wˌaɪ dˈuː juː kˈɔːl nˈuː jˈɔːɹk ðˈæt?" "ˈeɪnt ɪt?"