North to Alaska (1960)

Capucine: Angel

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• Ole : [after Sam has left to get Angel a coffee refill]  Angel! Don't you remember me? I'm Ole, the logger.

  Angel : Oh, please go away.

  Ole : I was going to come up to see you tonight.

  Angel : [as Ole paws her]  No. I said please go away. Let me go!

  Sam McCord : [Sam returns, sees what is happening, and knocks out Ole with one punch; says to Angel]  Brought you some coffee.

  Angel : [surprised]  Wasn't that man a friend of yours?

  Sam McCord : [matter-of-factly]  Sure. Still is - or will be, when he sobers up.

  Angel : Well, why did you do it, then?

  Sam McCord : Habit, I guess. I guess a fella gets sore, and... What's the matter? Haven't you ever had a fella fight over you before?

  Angel : Well, over me, yes, but... never for me.

  Sam McCord : Well, I... I guess I got sore, that's all.

  Angel : Why did you get sore?

  Sam McCord : Well, how do I know? A fella gets sore, that's all.

• Sam McCord : Well, I'm savin' a life, that's all I know.

  Angel : Maybe, but you don't make any sense at all! Which is all right, because if you're too drunk to talk, we'll find something else to do.

  Sam McCord : That's perfect. You even sound like a wife!

  Angel : I do not consider that a compliment!

  Sam McCord : I'm on your side, lady! It's my only politics: anti-wife! Any woman who devotes herself to making one man miserable instead of a lot of men happy don't get my vote.

• Sam McCord : This is my old friend Lena Nordquist.

  Angel : How do you do, Mrs Nordquist?

  Sam McCord : Well, come on, come on! There's nothing to fear. She's half-human.

• Angel : [Sam enters the cabin and picks up his revolver belt]  Is he that mad?

  Sam McCord : He's not even here! Over at another mine, fighting some claim-jumpers. One good thing about that, them shootin' at him will take George's mind off Jenny.

  Angel : Yes. A bullet through the head is always the best cure for love.

• Angel : Are you going to leave me here alone?

  Sam McCord : Make yourself at home. Billy's here.

  Angel : Who's Billy?

  Sam McCord : George's little kid brother.

  Angel : How little?

  Sam McCord : Seventeen. But he's man enough to take care of you!

  Angel : That's what I'm afraid of!

• Billy Pratt : [sniffing Michelle's neck after she seats her at the table]  Oh, golly, you smell good!

  Angel : Thank you. Whatever you're cooking smells good, too.

  Billy Pratt : I'd rather smell you.

  Angel : Uhm... Shall we dine?

• Angel : That's the trouble with being in love. Even drowning is a relief.