North to Alaska

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.