We’re going to need a bigger boat.
Smile, you son of a bitch!
You’re gonna need a bigger boat, sheriff.
This shark, swallow you whole.
Hooper drives the boat, chief.
I’m not drunk, I’m a shark hunter.
You’re gonna need a bigger boat, Quint.
We’re gonna need a bigger boat, chief.
I value my neck a lot more than three thousand bucks, chief. I’ll find him for three, but I’ll catch him, and kill him, for ten.
You wanna drink? Drink to your leg.
Here lies the body of Mary Lee; died at the age of 103. For 15 years, she kept her virginity. Not a bad record for this vicinity.
You go inside the cage, cage goes in the water, you go in the water. Shark’s in the water. Our shark.
Y’all know me. Know how I earn a livin’. I’ll catch this bird for you, but it ain’t gonna be easy. Bad fish. Not like going down to the pond and chasing bluegills and tommycod.
I’ll find him for three, but I’ll catch him, and kill him, for ten.
I’m not talkin’ ’bout pleasure boatin’ or day sailin’. I’m talkin’ ’bout workin’ for a livin’. I’m talkin’ ’bout sharkin’.
Maybe he’s out there in the vast ocean… with nothin’ to eat. Or maybe, maybe he’ll find somethin’, you know, a little south of us to snack on.
Farewell and adieu to you, fair Spanish ladies.
You’re wearin’ a lifejacket. Well, in these waters, the lifejacket is nothin’ more than a dinner bell.
Well, I’m not going to stand here and see that thing cut open and see that little Kintner boy spill out all over the dock.
I’ll catch this bird for you, but it ain’t gonna be easy. Bad fish. Not like going down the pond chasin’ bluegills and tommycods.
You got city hands, Mr. Hooper. You’ve been countin’ money all your life.
I got no spit.
I don’t need this working-class hero crap.
The thing about a shark is he’s got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll’s eyes.
He can’t stay down with three barrels.
I’m talking about working for a living.
Slow ahead. I can go slow ahead.
Mr. Hooper, I’m not talkin’ about pleasure boatin’ or daily sailin’. I’m talkin’ about workin’ for a livin; I’m talkin’ about sharkin’!
Ten thousand dollars for me, by myself. For that, you get the head, the tail, the whole damn thing.
I got no spit.
Wanna see somethin’ permanent? Ah. Show ya. Hard hat diver. 1964. No, thank you. Won’t come up.
That’s a twenty footer! Twenty-five. Three tons of him.
Farewell and adieu to you fair Spanish ladies.
I’ll catch him and kill him. Ten thousand dollars by myself. For that, you get the head, the tail, the whole damn thing.
You know me. You know how I earn a living. I’ll catch this bird for you, but it ain’t gonna be easy. Bad fish. Not like going down to the pond chasing blue gills and tommy cods. This shark, swallow you whole. Little shakin’, little tenderizin’, down you go.
Mr. Hooper, I’m not just talkin’ about killin’ sharks.
His barrels! If he didn’t eat the barrels, then we’ll just have to keep a sharp lookout. Heaven help us if a wave comes.
Ten thousand dollars for me by myself. For that, you get the head, the tail, the whole damn thing.
I used to hate the water.
Y’all know me. Know how I earn a livin’. I’ll catch this bird for you, but it ain’t gonna be easy.
I don’t have to take this abuse much longer. I got a good mind to join a club and beat you over the head with it.
Here lies the body of Mary Lee; died at the age of a hundred and three. For fifteen years she kept her virginity; not a bad record for this vicinity.
You got scars on your head. I bet you’ve had some exciting times.
I got no spit.
Hey, chief, hey! I got somethin’ for ya. That’s a thirty footer.
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