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: 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
] 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.
: [to Chief Brody
] You told me the shark was caught. And I, I heard it on the news... I heard it on the Cape station. Hooper
: They caught A shark, not THE shark. Big difference. 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...
[sees the Chief pouring the wine he brought
: you know, you oughta let that breathe a little
[sees the massive glass the Chief has poured
: - nothing, nothing!
: [upon meeting Matt Hooper
] My husband tells me you're in sharks.
: 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
: Wanna get drunk and fool around? Brody
: Oh Yeah.
: You see the kids? Brody
: [looking out the window
] They must be in the back yard. Ellen Brody
: In Amity, you say "yahd". Brody
: [starting out of the bedroom, speaking with a bad New-England accent
] They're in the "yahd", not too "fah" from the "cah".
[looks back at Ellen
: How's that? Ellen Brody
: Like you're from New York.
[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!
: I just want to know one thing - when do I get to become an islander? Mrs. Taft
: Ellen, never, never! You're not born here, you're not an islander, that's it.
: What am I going to tell the kids? Brody
: Tell them I'm going fishing.
: [on board the Orca
] Sonuvabitch! Ellen Brody
: [on the dock
] Quint? Brody
: Colorful, isn't he?
: Good morning. Selling some more of the good life? Ellen Brody
: Oh, yeah... Piece of this, piece of that - it all adds up. Mrs. Taft
: Your husband's been here all morning. What's he doing? Ellen Brody
: His job.
: That's your third smoke already! Martin Brody
: With coffee... Ellen Brody
: Try a donut.
[after Brody has been fired
] Martin Brody
: Maybe they're right... I'm tired... I'm tired... Too damn tired... Ellen Brody
: Too damn drunk. That's what you are, too damn drunk.
: [at the hotel opening ceremony
] Listen, do me a favour. Act as if you've been here the whole time. Martin Brody
: How do I do that? Ellen Brody
: Just look bored.
: I have an irresistible urge to kiss you, Ellen Brody. Ellen Brody
: Why? Hoagie Newcombe
: Because... it would not occur to you why.
: [to the shark
] Come and get me, you son of a bitch!
: I want you, to get out of the water. Michael Brody
: What? Ellen Brody
: I want you, to get out of that terrible job! Michael Brody
: C'mon Mom, you can't be serious. Ellen Brody
: Damn! I'm serious.
: Dad died of a heart attack! Ellen Brody
: No. He died from fear. The fear of it killed him.