North to Alaska (1960)
Capucine: Angel
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Quotes
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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!
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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?
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Angel : That's the trouble with being in love. Even drowning is a relief.