[upon meeting Hooper] My husband tells me you're in sharks.Ellen Brody
Brody: It doesn't make any sense when you pay a guy like you to watch sharks.
Hooper: Well, uh, it doesn't make much sense for a guy who hates the water to live on an island either.
Brody: It's only an island if you look at it from the water.
Hooper: That makes a lot of sense.
You're gonna need a bigger boat.Brody
Quint: You have city hands, Mr. Hooper. You been countin' money all your life.
Hooper: All right, all right. Hey, I don't need this... I don't need this working-class-hero crap.
Hooper: That's a twenty footer.
Quint: Twenty-five. Three tons of him.
Ha, ha. They're all gonna die.Hooper
He ate the light.Hooper
Hooper: Come on Martin! Move, move, move!
Brody: I'm not going out there!
Hooper: Beyond the edge of the barrels, go to the end of the barrels! Further out!
Hooper: Further out!
Hooper: Go further out!
Brody: What for?
Hooper: Will you go to the end of the pulpit, please?
Hooper: Will you just please go to the end of the pulpit!
Brody: What for?
Hooper: I need to have something in the foreground to give it some scale.
Brody: Foreground, my ass!
Little brown eel comes out of the cave... Swims into the hole... Comes out of the hole... Goes back into the cave again... It's not too good is it Chief?Quint
Come on Chief, this isn't no boy scout picnic. See ya' got ya' rubbers!Quint
Mayor Vaughn: And what did you say the name of this shark is?
Hooper: It's a carcaradon carcharias. It's a Great White.
Brody: What day is this?
Hooper: It's Wednesday... eh, it's Tuesday, I think.
Brody: Think the tide's with us?
Hooper: Keep kicking.
Brody: I used to hate the water...
Hooper: I can't imagine why.