She thinks you're sufferin' from them wounds and she's going to doctor 'em.
That's the way with a woman--you never can tell what angle she's going to look at a thing from.

You're the man that packed me down out of the Wrangel mountains on your back, and that's enough for her--dang it, Kate thinks a lot of me! Besides, you done the heroic this afternoon.

You've got to come." "There ain't anything heroic in sloshing a few buckets of water on a barrel of burning rags," Ford belittled, seeking in his pockets for his cigarette papers.
"How about rescuing a lady ?" Mason twitted.

"You come along.

I want you up there myself.