[before leaving dock]Break it up will ya', Chief! Daylight's wastin'.
[trying to hurry Brody into the boat]Come on Chief, this isn't no boy scout picnic. See ya' got ya' rubbers!
[Quint laughs wildly]
[talking Brody through making knots]Little brown eel comes out of the cave... Swims into the hole... Comes out of the hole... Goes back into the cave again... It's not too good is it Chief?
[Refering to Brody's messed up knot]
[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.
[as he spots Hooper sitting on the deck playing solitaire]Stop playin' with yourself, Hooper.
[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.
[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!