Quint: Hooper! Stop playing with yourself Hooper!
Hooper: You know those eight guys in the fantail launch out there? Well, none of 'em are gonna make it out of the harbor alive.
Chief Martin Brody: You're gonna need a bigger boat.
Brody: That's some bad hat, Harry.
Brody: "Slow ahead." I can go slow ahead. Come on down here and chum some of this shit.
Quint: When I was a little boy every little squirt wanted to be a harpooner or a sword fisherman. What you got here? A portable shower or a monkey cage?
Hooper: Anti-shark cage.
Quint: Anti-shark cage... You go inside the cage? [Hooper nods.] Cage goes in the water? [Hooper nods.] You go in the water? [Hooper nods.] Shark's in the water? [Hooper nods.] Our shark? [Hooper nods.]
Quint: [he sarcastically 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. [Quint laughs and Hooper nods.].
Chief Martin Brody: Smile, you son of a bitch.
Hooper: I'm not going to waste my time arguing with a man who's lining up to be a hot lunch.
Ellen Brody: What am I going to tell the kids?
Brody: Tell them I'm going fishing.