- 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: George, a wonderful thing about Alaska is that matrimony hasn't hit up here yet. Let's keep it a free country!
- Billy Pratt: [George is carrying three fresh bottles of champagne to Jenny's cabin] Now see what you did?
- Sam McCord: [sarcasticly] Well what did I did?
- Billy Pratt: You have Michelle so confused that she don't know what she's doing, and now George is over there with my girl!
- Sam McCord: [disgusted] Ohhhhhh!
- 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?
- Billy Pratt: Sam?
- Sam McCord: Yes, Billy?
- Billy Pratt: How do you feel when you're jealous?
- Sam McCord: Well, how should I know?
- Billy Pratt: Well, I'm jealous!
- Sam McCord: Oh, where's that whiskey?
- Billy Pratt: Sam, do you think George is keeping her over there, you know, against her will?
- Sam McCord: Oh, sure! You can hear her screamin' for help, can't ya?
- Billy Pratt: Gosh, I just don't understand Michelle...
- Sam McCord: There's one thing you gotta learn about women. They're all liars. And if they ain't liars, they're worse, laying for you with wedding music. Take that little dame from Oregon. All I was doing was tying her shoe laces and she starts beating me over the head with a preacher. Or that little thing from Minnesota, who tried to marry me while I was so drunk I didn't know what I was doing, if it hadn't been for the parson's mercy, I'd have been hooked good, for good! You just can't trust women. No matter how honest they act, they all want to be wives!