Jaws1975

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 dogfish or sand shark. I'm talkin' about findin' a Great White.

Quint:
Porkers? Ya talkin' about Porkers, Mr. Hooper? [stares at Hooper] Tie me a sheep shank. [gives Hooper some rope]

Hooper:
I haven't had to pass basic seamanship in a long time. [ties the knot expertly] You didn't say how short you wanted it. [tosses rope back to Quint]

Quint:
Gimme your hands... [Quint grabs Hooper's wrists and looks at his hands and examines them] Dogfish? [contemptuously] You've got city boy hands, Hooper. You been countin' money all your life.

Hooper:
[pulls away] All right, hey, I don't need this! I don't need this working-class-hero crap!

Quint:
Maybe I should go alone.