You get back on the bridge.

Quint, that doesn't prove a damn thing.

It proves one thing, Mr. Hooper.

You wealthy college boys don't have the education enough

to admit if you're wrong.

What's the point? Hooks and lines?

You lose one, you rig one.

(ENGINE REVVING)

Twelve minutes, south-southeast, now! Full throttle!

Ave-aye, sir!

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

And then I jab at them.

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

Hooper, full throttle!

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

Your head's bleeding. First aid there.

Start that chum line again, will you?

Let Hooper take a turn.

Hooper drives the boat, Chief

Stop playing with yourself, Hooper.