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?
[sees the Chief pouring the wine he brought]
[sees the massive glass the Chief has poured]
[motioning to Brody to get closer to the barrels]Come on Martin! Move, move, move!
[seeing Hooper's equipment]What are you? Some kind of half-assed astronaut?
[examining the shark cage]Jesus H Christ, when I was a boy, every little squirt wanted to be a harpooner or a sword fisherman. What d'ya have there - a portable shower or a monkey cage?
[Hooper nods]Cage goes in the water, you go in the water. Shark's in the water. Our shark.
[sings]Farewell and adieu to you, fair Spanish ladies. Farewell and adieu, you ladies of Spain. For we've received orders for to sail back to Boston. And so nevermore shall we see you again.
[he pulls a Louisiana license plate from the shark. Brody examines it]
[referring to a cut on Brody's head]Chief... don't you worry about it, Chief. It won't be permanent. Wanna see somethin' permanent, boom-boom-boom?[Quint pulls out a false front tooth and laughs]Hey, Hoop, you wanna feel somethin' permanent? You just put your hand underneath my cap... and you just feel that little lump. Knock an ole un, St. Paddy's day, Boston.[to Brody] I got that beat.
[points to a scar on chest]Mary Ellen Moffat. She broke my heart.
[Hooper, Brody and Quint all laugh]
[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!
[refers to the graffitied billboard]Those proportions are correct.