That's a 20-footer.

Shut off that engine.

You're going to need a bigger boat.

Come on down and chum some of this shit.

I can go slow ahead.

Slow ahead.

Slow ahead.

You heard him.

Slow ahead, if you please.

Stop playing with yourself, Hooper.

Hooper drives the boat, Chief.

Let Hooper take a turn.

Start that chum line again, will you?

First aid there.

Your head's bleeding.

I don't have to take this abuse much longer.

Hooper, full throttle!

I'm not going to haul them up like a lot of catfish.

And then I jab at them.

You see, what I do, Chief, is I trick them to the surface.

Ave-aye, sir!

Full throttle!

Twelve minutes, south-southeast, now!

You lose one, you rig one.

Hooks and lines?

What's the point?

You wealthy college boys don't have the education enough to admit if you're wrong.

It proves one thing, Mr. Hooper.

Quint, that doesn't prove a damn thing.

You get back on the bridge.

Don't you tell me my business again.

Marlin, stingray bit through this piano wire?

Gaming fish?

It may be a marlin or a stingray but it's definitely a game fish.

Oh, shit!

Right!

Hooper, give the Chief a hand, will you?

Take this rod.

It's a tuna or swordfish wasting our time.

Get the other side.

Unbuckle me.

The wire's showing.

It's not a shark.

You don't want to listen to me, don't listen to me.

If you don't want to backstroke home, you get down here!

Maybe you're a big yahoo in the lab, but out here you're just supercargo!

Quint, let it go.

Getting ready to run out again.

You put your gloves on, both of you!

Chief, put your gloves on.