fireplace in the den--
-What am I going to tell the kids?
Tell them I'm going fishing.
QUlNT: Break it up, will you, Chief?
Daylight's wasting!
QUlNT: Front: bow. Back: stern.
QUlNT: Better get it right, squirt, or I throw
your ass out the round window on the side!
QUlNT: Come on, Chief.
This isn't no Boy Scout picnic.
QUlNT: See you got your rubbers.
QUlNT: "Here lies the body of Mary Lee
Died at the age of 103
QUlNT: "For 15 years she kept her virginity
Not a bad record for this vicinity"
QUlNT: All right, Commissioner,
fasten your safety belt!
If you see a shark, Hooper, swallow!
Up periscope. Rig for depth charge.
Stand by fire drill.
Damage control report.
Nor'easter coming,
bad news for Madison Avenue.
I'm tired of that.
How's the missus, Chief?
QUlNT: If they don't like you going out,
they'll love you coming in.
Keep that chum line going, Chief.
We got five good miles on it.
-Who's driving this boat?
-Nobody. The tide.
One time, I caught a 16-footer off Montauk.
Had to stick two barrels in him.
Two to wear him down and bring him up.
Nowadays, these kids,
they take out everything.
Radar, sonar, electric toothbrushes.
Jesus H. Christ.
Chief, best drop another chum marker.
HOOPER: Damn it, Martin!
This is compressed air.
-What the hell kind of a knot was that?
-You pulled the wrong one!
You screw around with these tanks,
and they're going to blow up.
Yeah, that's real fine, expensive gear
you've brought out here, Mr. Hooper.
I don't know what
that bastard shark's going to do with it.
Might eat it, I suppose.
Seen one eat a rocking chair one time.
Next time,
you just ask me which line to pull, right?
QUlNT: Little brown eel comes out
of the cave...
Swims into the hole...
Comes out of the hole,
goes back into the cave again.
QUlNT: It's not too good, is it?
QUlNT: Nothing's easy, is it? One more time.
BRODY: Little brown eel....
I got it!
-What?
-Get behind me.
Hooper, reverse her!
Taking a hell of a lot of line!
Chief, get the scoop out of the bucket!
Wet the reel!
Hooper, reverse her!
QUlNT: Duck your head down.
We're swinging. Get behind me again.
QUlNT: No more water.
I don't want you to drown me.
Hooper, you idiot, starboard!
Ain't you watching it!
QUlNT: Hooper, neutral.
QUlNT: Where'd he go now?
He ain't fooling me.
What's he yanking on now?
Go on, try it.
I don't know, Chief,
if he's very smart or very dumb.
Jesus....
He's gone under.
He's gone under the boat.
I think he's gone under the boat.
Yeah, it's too easy.
He is a smart, big fish.
He's gone under the boat.
Keep her steady, now.
I got something very big!
I don't think so.
Chief, put your gloves on.
QUlNT: You put your gloves on,
both of you!
Getting ready to run out again.
Quint, let it go.
Maybe you're a big yahoo in the lab,
but out here you're just supercargo!
If you don't want to backstroke home,
you get down here!
You don't want to listen to me,
don't listen to me.
-It's not a shark.
-The wire's showing.
QUlNT: Unbuckle me.
-Get the other side.
-It's a tuna or swordfish...
Wasting our time.
Take this rod.
-Hooper, give the Chief a hand, will you?
-Right!
Oh, shit!
HOOPER: It may be a marlin or a stingray...
But it's definitely a game fish.
Gaming fish?
Marlin, stingray bit through this piano wire?
Don't you tell me my business again.
-You get back on the bridge.
-Quint, that doesn't prove a damn thing.
It proves one thing, Mr. Hooper:
You wealthy college boys don't have the
education enough to admit if you're wrong.
What's the point? Hooks and lines?
You lose one, you rig one.
Hooper!
Twelve minutes, south-southeast, now!
Full throttle!
Aye-aye, sir!
You see, what I do, Chief,
is I trick them to the surface.
And then I jab at them.
I'm not going to haul them up
like a lot of catfish.
Hooper, full throttle!
I don't have to take this abuse much longer.
Your head's bleeding. First aid there.
QUlNT: Brody!
QUlNT: Start that chum