Movie Quotes

[Brody sees his son sitting in a small skiff, and yells for him to get out of it]
Ellen Brody: Martin, it’s his birthday tomorrow!
Brody: I don’t want him out on the water!
Ellen Brody: He is not out on the water, he is in a boat! He’s not going to go in the water! I don’t think he’ll ever go in again after what happened yesterday.
Brody: Now don’t say that. You know I don’t want that. I just want him to read the boating regulations, make sure he understands before he takes it out…
[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]
Ellen Brody: [slams the book shut] Michael! Did you hear your father? Out of the water now! NOW!

Brody: [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.

Mrs. Kintner: Chief Brody?
Brody: Yes?
[Mrs. Kintner slaps Brody and sobs]
Mrs. Kintner: I just found out, that a girl got killed here last week, and you knew it! You knew there was a shark out there! You knew it was dangerous! But you let people go swimming anyway? You knew all those things! But still my boy is dead now. And there’s nothing you can do about it. My boy is dead. I wanted you to know that.
[Mrs. Kintner walks away]
Mayor Vaughn: I’m sorry, Martin. She’s wrong.
Brody: No, she’s not.

Christine ‘Chrissie’ Watkins: GOD HELP ME, PLEEEAAAAASE!

Quint: Hooper, what exactly can you do with these things of yours?
Hooper: Well, I think I can pump 20 cc’s of strictnine nitrate into him, if I can get close enough.
Quint: Can you 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 rip that cage to pieces!
Hooper: [shouting] YOU GOT ANY BETTER SUGGESTIONS?

Hooper: [singing] Show me the way to go home / I’m tired and I want to go to bed…
Hooper, Quint, Brody: [all singing together] I had a little drink about an hour ago and it got right to my head / Wherever I may roam / by land or sea or foam…

Quint: You wanna drink? Drink to your leg.
Hooper: I’ll drink to your leg.
Quint: Okay, so we drink to our legs!
[both laugh]

Quint: [as he spots Hooper sitting on the deck playing solitaire] Stop playin’ with yourself, Hooper.

Ellen Brody: Wanna get drunk and fool around?
Brody: Oh Yeah.

Brody: [Drunk] I’m tellin’ ya, the crime rate in New York’ll kill you. There’s so many problems, you never feel like you’re accomplishing anything. Violence, rip-offs, muggings… kids can’t leave the house - you gotta walk them to school. But in Amity one man can make a difference. In twenty-five years, there’s never been a shooting or a murder in this town.
Hooper: Fascinating. Want a pretzel?
Brody: Where are we?

Hendricks: So then Denherder and Charlie sat there trying to catch their breath - and to figure out how to tell Charlie’s wife what happened to her freezer full of meat.
Brody: That’s not funny. That’s not funny at all.

Brody: Take this stuff back to the office and get to work on those signs. “Beaches Closed - No Swimming. By the Order of the Amity PD”. And let Polly do the printing.
Hendricks: What’s the matter with my printing?
Brody: Let Polly do the printing.

Quint: [Poking fun at Brody] Ah, the missus, Chief. If they don’t like you going out, they’ll love you comin’ in.

Hooper: 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: Naw, a tiger shark’s like a garbage can, it’ll eat anything. Someone probably threw that in a river.

Pratt: [to Hooper] Ya know, I’m gonna stuff your friggin’ head in there, man, and find out if it’s a man-eater, all right?

Brody: That’s some bad hat, Harry.

Ellen Brody: 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.

Mayor Vaughn: [to reporter] I’m pleased and happy to repeat the news that we have, in fact, caught and killed a large predator that supposedly injured some bathers. But, as you see, it’s a beautiful day, the beaches are open and people are having a wonderful time. Amity, as you know, means “friendship”.

Quint: Back home we got a taxidermy man. He gonna have a heart attack when he see what I brung him.

Quint: Here’s to swimmin’ with bow-legged women.

Ellen Brody: [upon meeting Matt Hooper] My husband tells me you’re in sharks.

Brody: You’re gonna need a bigger boat.

Hooper: This was no boat accident.

Hooper: Ha, ha - they’re all gonna die.

Quint: [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]

Quint: [before leaving dock] Break it up will ya’, Chief! Daylight’s wastin’.

Brody: What day is this?
Hooper: It’s Wednesday… eh, it’s Tuesday, I think.
Brody: Think the tide’s with us?
Hooper: Keep kicking.
Brody: I used to hate the water…
Hooper: I can’t imagine why.

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

Hooper: Hello.
Ben Gardner: Hello back… young feller. How are ya? Say I hope you not going out with those nuts, are ya?

Brody: Is it true that most people get attacked by sharks in three feet of water about ten feet from the beach?
Hooper: Yeah.
Brody: And that… and that before people started to swim for recreation - I mean before sharks knew what they were missing - that a lot of these attacks weren’t reported?
Hooper: That’s right.
Brody: Now this shark that… that… that swims alone…
Hooper: Rogue.
Brody: What’s it called?
Hooper, Brody: [together] Rogue.
Brody: Rogue, yeah. Now this guy, he… he keeps swimmin’ around in a place where the feeding is good until the food supply is gone, right?
Hooper: It’s called “territoriality”. It’s just a theory that I happen to… agree with.
Brody: Then why don’t we have one more drink and go down and cut that shark open?
Ellen Brody: Martin? Can you do that?
Brody: I can do anything; I’m the chief of police.

Hooper: [Hooper attempts to wet his mask before Quint and Brody lower him in the shark cage] I got no spit.

Hooper: You were on the Indianapolis?
Brody: What happened?
Quint: Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, Chief. We was comin’ back from the island of Tinian to Leyte… just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in 12 minutes. Didn’t see the first shark for about a half an hour. Tiger. 13-footer. You know how you know that when you’re in the water, Chief? You tell by looking from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn’t know, was our bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn’t even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin’, so we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know, it was kinda like old squares in the battle like you see in the calendar named “The Battle of Waterloo” and the idea was: shark comes to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin’ and hollerin’ and screamin’ and sometimes the shark go away… but sometimes he wouldn’t go away. Sometimes that shark he looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. And, you know, the thing about a shark… he’s got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll’s eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn’t seem to be living… until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then… ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin’. The ocean turns red, and despite all the poundin’ and the hollerin’, they all come in and they… rip you to pieces. You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don’t know how many sharks, maybe a thousand. I know how many men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday morning, Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boatswain’s mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up, down in the water just like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he’d been bitten in half below the waist. Noon, the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us. He swung in low and he saw us… he was a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper. Anyway, he saw us and he come in low and three hours later a big fat PBY comes down and starts to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened… waitin’ for my turn. I’ll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went in the water; 316 men come out and the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb.

Quint: This shark, swallow you whole.

Hooper: I’m not going to waste my time arguing with a man who’s lining up to be a hot lunch.