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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