Jaws

Jaws quotes

65 total quotes (ID: 769)

Chief Martin Brody
Matt Hooper
Mayor Larry Vaughn
Multiple Characters
Quint


Ellen: My husband tells me you're in sharks.
Hooper: Yeah, I love them, I love them. When I was twelve years old, my father got me this boat and I went fishing off of Cape Cod. And I hooked a scup. And as I was reeling it in, I hooked a four and a half-foot baby thresher shark who proceeded to eat my boat. Ha, ha. He ate my oar, hooks, and uh, my seat cushions, he turned an inboard into an outboard. Scared me to death. And I swam back to shore. And when I was on the beach, I turned around and I actually saw my boat being taken apart. And ever since then, why yes, I have been studying sharks. I plan to go to the Institute tomorrow and tell them that you still have a shark problem here.
Brody: Why would have to tell them that?
Hooper: Sorry.
Ellen: Excuse me, but what are you talking about? Didn't they catch the shark this afternoon? It was on the Cape station news.
Hooper: They caught a shark, not the shark. Not the shark that killed Chrissie Watkins and probably not the shark that killed the little boy, which I wanted to prove today by cutting the shark open -- but you, you may want to let that breath for... nothing, nothing. You know uh, you're going to be the only rational man left on this island after I leave tomorrow.
Ellen: Where are you going?
Hooper: I'm going on the Aurora.
Ellen: The Aurora? What is that?
Hooper: It's a floating asylum for uh, shark uh, pure research. Eighteen months at sea.
Ellen: Martin hates boats. Martin hates water. Martin - Martin sits in his car when we go on the ferry to the mainland. I guess it's a childhood thing. It's a - there's a clinical name for it, isn't there?
Brody: Drowning! Isn't it true that most people are attacked by sharks in three feet of water and about ten feet from the beach.
Hooper: Yes, that's true.
Brody: Now this shark that, that swims alone...
Hooper: A rogue.
Brody: Rogue, yeah, now this guy, he - he keeps swimming around in a place where the feeding is good until the food supply is gone, right?
Hooper: That's the theory...A theory I happen to believe.
Brody: Then why don't we have one more drink and go down and cut that shark open.
Ellen: Martin? Can you do that?
Brody: I can do anything. I'm the chief of police.


Ellen: You see the kids?
Brody: [looking out the window] They must be in the back yard.
Ellen: In Amity, you say 'Yaad.' [she gives it the Boston sound]
Brody: They're in the yaad, not to faa from the caa. How's that sound?
Ellen: Like you're from N'Yawk. [gives it a Brooklyn sound]

Harry: It's cold. We know all about you, Chief. You don't go in the water at all, do you?
Brody: That's some bad hat, Harry.

Hooper: [as Brody sends the air tanks flying] Dammit, Martin! This is compressed air!
Brody: Well, what the hell kind of a knot was that?
Hooper: You pulled the wrong one. You screw around with these tanks, and they're gonna blow up!
Quint: Yeah, that's real fine expensive gear you brought out here, Mr. Hooper. 'Course I don't know what that bastard shark's gonna do with it, might eat it I suppose. Seen one eat a rockin' chair one time. Hey chieffy, next time you just ask me which line to pull, right?

Hooper: [during their autopsy of the shark] Ah. Just like I thought... He came up with the Gulf Stream - from southern waters.
[He pulls a Louisiana license plate from the shark. Brody examines it]
Brody: He didn't eat a car, did he?
Hooper: No. Tiger shark's like a swimming garbage can - it'll eat anything. Someone probably threw that in a river. [moves back from the shark] That's it.

Hooper: [motioning to Brody to get closer to the barrels] Come on Martin! Move, move, move!
Brody: I'm not going out there!
Hooper: Beyond the edge of the barrels, go to the end of the barrels! Further out!
Brody: What?
Hooper: Go further out!
Brody: What for?
Hooper: Will you go to the end of the pulpit please? Please just go to the end of the pulpit!
Brody: What for?
Hooper: I need something in the foreground to give it some scale!
Brody: Foreground my ass!

Hooper: [trying to get the fishing line secure] It may be a marlin or a tuna... but it's definitely a game fish.
[Hooper pulls as the lines snaps and he crashes his head into the wall]
Quint: [picking up the line] Gamin' fish eh? Marlin? Stingray? Bit through this piano wire? Don't you tell me my business again! Now you get up on the bridge...
Hooper: Quint, that doesn't prove a damn thing!
Quint: Well it proves one thing Mr. Hooper. It proves that you wealthy college boys don't have the education enough to admit when you're wrong.
[Quint enters the cabin as Hooper makes faces at him]
Brody: [following Quint inside the boat] What's the point? Hooks and lines...
Quint: [slams on the roof at Hooper] Hooper! 12 minutes south south east now, full throttle!
Hooper: [Mocking Pirate Voice] Aye, aye, sir! AYE JIMBOY ARAGHHH!
Quint: [to Brody] See what I do Chief is I trick 'em up to the surface. And jab at 'em. I ain't gonna haul 'em up like a lot of catfish.
[slams on the roof]
Quint: Hooper, full throttle!
Hooper: [Pirate voice] I don't have to take this abuse much longer!

Hooper: Sure. Gentlemen, gentlemen?! The officer asked me to tell you that you're overloading that boat.
Fishermen: Ah, get outta here! You ain't going there, what do you care? Hold on there.
Hooper: Well then, can you tell me if there's a good restaurant or hotel on the island?
Fisherman: Yeah ya walk straight ahead! Ha ha!
Hooper: Ha ha they're all gonna die.

Hooper: That's a twenty footer.
Quint: Twenty-five. Three tons on him.

Quint: [referring to a cut on Brody's head] Don't worry about it Chief, it ain't permanent. Wanna see somethin' permanent, boom-boom-boom?
[Quint pulls out a false front tooth]
Hooper: [to Quint] I got that beat. [to Brody] I got that beat.

Quint: [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: Anti-shark cage.
Quint: Anti-shark cage. You go inside the cage? Cage goes in the water? You go in the water? Shark's in the water? Our shark? [singing] 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.

Quint: Hooper, what exactly can you do with these things of yours?
Hooper: Well, I think I can pump around 20 cc's of strychnine nitrate into him, that is if I can get close enough.
Quint: Get this little needle through his skin?
Hooper: No, I can't do that. But, if I can get him close enough to this cage, I think that I can get him in the mouth or the eye...
Brody: That shark will tear that cage to pieces!
Hooper: YOU GOT ANY BETTER SUGGESTIONS?

Quint: I'll drink to your leg.
Hooper: I'll drink to your leg.
Quint: Okay, so we drink to our legs! [laughs]

Quint: I'm not talkin' about pleasure boatin' or day sailin'. I'm talkin' about workin' for a livin'. I'm talkin' about sharkin'.
Hooper: Well I'm not talkin' about hookin' some poor dog fish or sand shark. I'm talkin' about findin' a Great White.
Quint: You've got city boy hands, Hooper. You been countin' money all your life.
Hooper: I don't need this working-class-hero crap.
Quint: Maybe I should go alone.

Tom Cassidy: What's your name again?
Chrissie Watkins: Chrissie.
Tom Cassidy: Where are we going?
Chrissie Watkins: Swimming