Right arm has been severed above the elbow with massive tissue loss in the upper musculature... partially denuded bone remaining...
[to the m.e. and Brody]This was no boat accident!
[to Brody]Did you notify the Coast Guard about this?
[continues post-mortem]The left arm, head, shoulders, sternum and portions of the rib cage are intact...
[to Brody]Do not smoke in here, thank you very much.
[lifts up the severed arm]This is what happens. It indicates the non-frenzied feeding of a large squalus - possibly Longimanus or Isurus glauca. Now... the enormous amount of tissue loss prevents any detailed analysis; however the attacking squalus must be considerably larger than any normal squalus found in these waters. Didn't you get on a boat and check out these waters?
[motioning to Brody to get closer to the barrels]Come on Martin! Move, move, move!
[he pulls a Louisiana license plate from the shark. Brody examines it]
[trying to get the fishing line secure]It may be a marlin or a stingray... but it's definitely a game fish.
[Hooper pulls as the lines snaps and he crashes his head into the wall][picking up the line] Gamin' fish, eh? Marlin? Stingray? Bit through this piano wire? Don't you tell me my business again! You get back on the bridge...
[Quint enters the cabin as Hooper makes faces at him]
[following Quint inside the boat]What's the point? Hooks and lines...
[slams on the roof at Hooper]Hooper! 12 minutes south south east now, full throttle!
[Mocking Pirate Voice]Aye, aye, sir! AYE JIMBOY ARAGHHH![to Brody] See what I do, Chief, is I trick 'em to the surface. And I jab at 'em. I'm not gonna haul 'em up like a lot of catfish.
[slams on the roof]Hooper, full throttle!
[voice imitating W. C. Fields]I don't have to take this abuse much longer!
[looking out the window]They must be in the back yard.
[starting out of the bedroom, speaking with a bad New-England accent]They're in the "yahd", not too "fah" from the "cah".
[looks back at Ellen]
[Mrs. Kintner slaps Brody and sobs]
[Mrs. Kintner walks away]
[to Mayor Vaughn, after the shark attack on July Fourth]Larry, the summer is over. You're the mayor of "shark city". These people think you want the beaches open.
[while he talks, Ellen flips through the book on sharks he has been reading, and sees an old painting of a shark ramming a hole into the bottom of rowboat's hull]
[slams the book shut]Michael! Did you hear your father? Out of the water now! NOW!
[townspeople erupt into dismayed argument]