Brody Quotes in Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)

Brody: Marion's the least of your worries right now, believe me, Indy.

Indiana: What do you mean?

Brody: Well, I mean that for nearly three thousand years man has been searching for the lost ark. It's not something to be taken lightly. No one knows its secrets. It's like nothing you've ever gone after before.

Indiana: [laughing] Oh, Marcus. What are you trying to do, scare me? You sound like my mother. We've known each other for a long time. I don't believe in magic, a lot of superstitious hocus pocus. I'm going after a find of incredible historical significance, you're talking about the boogie man. Besides, you know what a cautious fellow I am.

[throws his gun into his suitcase]

Maj. Eaton: [sees a picture of the Ark with rays of power coming out of it] Good God!

Brody: Yes, that's what the Hebrews thought.

Brody: However, an Egyptian pharaoh...

Indiana: Shishak.

Brody: ...yes, invaded the city of Jerusalem round about 980 B.C., and he may have take the Ark back to the city of Tanis and hidden it in a secret chamber called The Well of Souls.

Major Eaton: [skeptically] Secret chamber?

Brody: However, about a year after the pharaoh had returned to Egypt, the city of Tanis was consumed by the desert in a sand storm which lasted a whole year. Wiped clean by the wrath of God.

Major Eaton: [turns slowly toward Col. Musgrove] Uh... huh.

Colonel Musgrove: Obviously, we've come to the right men. Now you seem to know, uh, all about this Tanis, then.

Indiana: No, no, not really. Ravenwood is the real expert. Abner did the first serious work on Tanis. Collected some of its relics. It was his obsession, really. But he never found the city.

Major Eaton: Frankly, we're somewhat suspicious of Mr. Ravenwood, an American being mentioned so prominently in a secret Nazi cable.

Brody: Oh, rubbish. Ravenwood's no Nazi.

Colonel Musgrove: Well, what do the Nazis want him for then?

Indiana: Well, obviously, the Nazis are looking for the headpiece to Staff of Ra and they think Abner's got it.

Major Eaton: What exactly is a headpiece to the Staff of Ra?

Indiana: Well, the staff is just a stick. I don't know, about this big. Nobody really knows for sure how high. And it's...

[turns blackboard to blank side]

Indiana: it's, uh... it's capped with an elaborate headpiece in the shape of the sun with a crystal in the center. And what you did was, you take the staff to a special room in Tanis, a map room with a miniature of the city all laid out on the floor. And if you put the staff in a certain place at a certain time of day, the sun shone through here and made beam that came down on the floor here... and gave you the exact location of the Well of the Souls.

Colonel Musgrove: Where the Ark of the Covenant was kept, right?.

Indiana: That's exactly what the Nazis are looking for.

Major Eaton: Now what does this Ark look like?

Indiana: Uh... there's a picture of it right here.

[opens a book on the table]

Indiana: That's it.

[they all look at an illustration of the Hebrews devastating their enemy with the Ark]

Major Eaton: Good God!

Brody: Yes, that's just what the Hebrews thought.

Colonel Musgrove: [pointing to a beam of light] Uh, now what's that supposed to be coming out of there?

Indiana: Lightning. Fire. Power of God or something.

Major Eaton: I'm beginning to understand Hitler's interest in this.

Brody: Oh, yes. The Bible speaks of the Ark leveling mountains and laying waste to entire regions. An army which carries the Ark before it... is invincible.

Brody: You're gonna need a bigger boat.

[the three men are comparing their scars]

Brody: What's that one?

Quint: What?

Brody: That one, there, on your arm.

Quint: Oh, uh, that's a tattoo, I got that removed.

Hooper: Don't tell me, don't tell me..."Mother."

[he roars with laughter]

Hooper: What is it -

[Quint solemnly clamps a hand on Hooper's arm]

Quint: Mr. Hooper, that's the USS Indianapolis.

[Hooper immediately stops laughing]

Hooper: You were on the Indianapolis?

Brody: What happened?

Quint: Japanese submarine slammed two torpedoes into our side, Chief. We was comin' back from the island of Tinian to Leyte, just delivered the bomb. The Hiroshima bomb. Eleven hundred men went into the water. Vessel went down in twelve minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about a half an hour. Tiger. Thirteen-footer. You know how you know that when you're in the water, Chief? You tell by lookin' from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn't know... was our bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. Heh.

[he pauses and takes a drink]

Quint: They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin'. So we formed ourselves into tight groups. Y'know, it's... kinda like ol' squares in a battle like, uh, you see in a calendar, like the Battle of Waterloo, and the idea was, shark comes to the nearest man and that man, he'd start poundin' and hollerin' and screamin', and sometimes the shark'd go away... sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark, he looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. Y'know the thing about a shark, he's got... lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be livin'... until he bites ya. And those black eyes roll over white, and then... oh, then you hear that terrible high-pitch screamin', the ocean turns red, and spite of all the poundin' and the hollerin', they all come in and they... rip you to pieces.

[he pauses]

Quint: Y'know, by the end of that first dawn... lost a hundred men. I dunno how many sharks. Maybe a thousand. I dunno how many men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday mornin', Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Bosun's mate. I thought he was asleep. Reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up and down in the water just like a kinda top. Upended. Well... he'd been bitten in half below the waist. Noon the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us, he swung in low and he saw us. Young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper. Anyway, he saw us and come in low and three hours later, a big fat PBY comes down and start to pick us up. Y'know, that was the time I was most frightened, waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a life jacket again. So, eleven hundred men went into the water, three hundred sixteen men come out, and the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945.

[he pauses, smiles, and raises his glass]

Quint: Anyway... we delivered the bomb.

Brody: Smile, you son of a BITCH!

[shoots at the air tank; the shark explodes]

Brody: That's some bad hat, Harry.

[last lines]

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.

Ellen Brody: 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: Drowning.

Brody: "Slow ahead." I can go slow ahead. Come on down here and chum some of this shit.

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.

Mrs. Kintner: Chief Brody?

Brody: Yes?

[Mrs. Kintner slaps Brody and sobs]

Mrs. Kintner: I just found out, that a girl got killed here last week, and you knew it! You knew there was a shark out there! You knew it was dangerous! But you let people go swimming anyway? You knew all those things! But still my boy is dead now. And there's nothing you can do about it. My boy is dead. I wanted you to know that.

[Mrs. Kintner walks away]

Mayor Vaughn: I'm sorry, Martin. She's wrong.

Brody: No, she's not.

[Hooper is examining the remains of the first victim - describes the post-mortem into his tape recorder]

Hooper: The height and weight of the victim can only be estimated from the partial remains. The torso has been severed in mid-thorax; there are no major organs remaining...

Hooper: Right arm has been severed above the elbow with massive tissue loss in the upper musculature... partially denuded bone remaining...

Hooper: [to the m.e. and Brody] This was no boat accident!

Hooper: [to Brody] Did you notify the Coast Guard about this?

Brody: No. It was only local jurisdiction.

Hooper: [continues post-mortem] The left arm, head, shoulders, sternum and portions of the rib cage are intact...

Hooper: [to Brody] Do not smoke in here, thank you very much.

Hooper: [lifts up the severed arm] This is what happens. It indicates the non-frenzied feeding of a large squalus - possibly Longimanus or Isurus glauca. Now... the enormous amount of tissue loss prevents any detailed analysis; however the attacking squalus must be considerably larger than any normal squalus found in these waters. Didn't you get on a boat and check out these waters?

Brody: No.

Hooper: Well, this is not a boat accident! And it wasn't any propeller; and it wasn't any coral reef; and it wasn't Jack the Ripper! It was a shark.

Brody: 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, Brody: [together] 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.

Hooper: [singing] Show me the way to go home / I'm tired and I want to go to bed...

Hooper, Quint, Brody: [all singing together] I had a little drink about an hour ago and it got right to my head / Wherever I may roam / by land or sea or foam...

Quint: Hooper, what exactly can you do with these things of yours?

Hooper: Well, I think I can pump 20 cc's of strychnine nitrate into him, if I can get close enough.

Quint: Can you get this little needle through his skin?

Hooper: No, I can't do that. But if I can get him close enough to this cage, I think that I can get him in the mouth or the eye...

Brody: That shark will rip that cage to pieces!

Hooper: [shouting] YOU GOT ANY BETTER SUGGESTIONS?

[about to go looking for the shark]

Brody: On the water?

Hooper: Well, if we're looking for a shark we're not gonna find him on the land.

[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!

Ellen Brody: What am I going to tell the kids?

Brody: Tell them I'm going fishing.

Hooper: [motioning to Brody to get closer to the barrels] 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!

Brody: What?

Hooper: Further out!

Brody: Why?

Hooper: Go further out!

Brody: What for?

Hooper: Will you go to the end of the pulpit, please?

Brody: What?

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!

Hooper: [trying to get the fishing line secure] It may be a marlin or a stingray... but it's definitely a game fish.

[Hooper pulls as the lines snaps and he crashes his head into the wall]

Quint: [picking up the line] Gamin' fish, eh? Marlin? Stingray? Bit through this piano wire? Don't you tell me my business again! You get back on the bridge...

Hooper: Quint, that doesn't prove a damn thing!

Quint: Well it proves one thing, Mr. Hooper. It proves that you wealthy college boys don't have the education enough to admit when you're wrong.

[Quint enters the cabin as Hooper makes faces at him]

Brody: [following Quint inside the boat] What's the point? Hooks and lines...

Quint: [slams on the roof at Hooper] Hooper! 12 minutes south south east now, full throttle!

Hooper: [Mocking Pirate Voice] Aye, aye, sir! AYE JIMBOY ARAGHHH!

Quint: [to Brody] See what I do, Chief, is I trick 'em to the surface. And I jab at 'em. I'm not gonna haul 'em up like a lot of catfish.

[slams on the roof]

Quint: Hooper, full throttle!

Hooper: [voice imitating W. C. Fields] I don't have to take this abuse much longer!

[as Brody sends the air tanks flying]

Hooper: Dammit, Martin! This is compressed air!

Brody: Well, what the hell kind of a knot was that?

Hooper: You pulled the wrong one. You screw around with these tanks, and they're gonna blow up!

Quint: Yeah, that's real fine expensive gear you brought out here, Mr. Hooper. 'Course I don't know what that bastard shark's gonna do with it, might eat it I suppose. Seen one eat a rockin' chair one time. Hey chieffy, next time you just ask me which line to pull, right?

Ellen Brody: 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]

Brody: How's that?

Ellen Brody: Like you're from New York.

Hendricks: So then Denherder and Charlie sat there trying to catch their breath - and to figure out how to tell Charlie's wife what happened to her freezer full of meat.

Brody: That's not funny. That's not funny at all.

Brody: Yeah, but I'm not drunk enough to go out on a boat.

Hooper: Yes, you are.

Brody: No, I'm not.

Hooper: Yes, you are.

Brody: I can't do that.

Hooper: Yes, you can.

Brody: You're certifiable, Quint! You know that?

Quint: Yeah, yeah, yeah...

Quint: [on board the Orca] Sonuvabitch!

Ellen Brody: [on the dock] Quint?

Brody: Colorful, isn't he?

Brody: Take this stuff back to the office and get to work on those signs. "Beaches Closed - No Swimming. By the Order of the Amity PD". And let Polly do the printing.

Hendricks: What's the matter with my printing?

Brody: Let Polly do the printing.

Mayor Vaughn: I'm only trying to say that Amity is a summer town. We need summer dollars. Now, if the people can't swim here, they'll be glad to swim at the beaches of Cape Cod, the Hamptons, Long Island...

Brody: That doesn't mean we have to serve them up as smörgåsbord!

Brody: [Drunk] I'm tellin' ya, the crime rate in New York'll kill you. There's so many problems, you never feel like you're accomplishing anything. Violence, rip-offs, muggings... kids can't leave the house - you gotta walk them to school. But in Amity one man can make a difference. In twenty-five years, there's never been a shooting or a murder in this town.

Hooper: Fascinating. Want a pretzel?

Brody: Where are we?

Brody: [to Mayor Vaughn, after the shark attack on July Fourth] Larry, the summer is over. You're the mayor of "shark city". These people think you want the beaches open.

Brody: I don't believe it! Two barrels, and he's going down again!

Brody: I just- I just want to tell you what we're planning so far...

Meadows: What about the beaches, Chief?

Brody: We're going to put on the extra- the extra summer deputies as quickly as possible, and then we're going to try and use, uh, shark-spotters on the beach.

Mrs. Taft: [cuts him off] Are you going to close the beaches?

Brody: [after brief pause] Yes, we are.

[townspeople erupt into dismayed argument]

Ellen Brody: Wanna get drunk and fool around?

Brody: Oh Yeah.

Hooper: Ah. Just like I thought... He came up with the Gulf Stream - from southern waters.

[he pulls a Louisiana license plate from the shark. Brody examines it]

Brody: He didn't eat a car, did he?

Hooper: Naw, a tiger shark's like a garbage can, it'll eat anything. Someone probably threw that in a river.

Brody: What are you doing out there? These are your people - go and talk to them.

Hendricks: Those aren't my people. They're from all over the place. Did you see all the license plates out in the parking lot? Connecticut, Rhode Island, New Jersey... I'm all by myself out there.

Hooper: I got the creme de la creme. Right here. Hold on. Yeah, you see that?

[takes off his t-shirt, showing a very hairy chest]

Brody: You're wearing a sweater!

Brody: [to Quint after getting his first good look at the great white shark up close while chumming] You're going to need a bigger boat!

Brody: [Amidst commotion] We're also planning to bring in some experts from the oceanographic institute on the mainland.

Mayor Vaughn: For only 24 hours!

Brody: I didn't agree to that!

Mayor Vaughn: Only 24 hours.

Extra Townswoman: 24 hours is like three weeks!

[Quint has just destroyed the boat radio with a baseball bat when Chief Brody is trying to call on the Coast Guard]

Quint: [handing the bat to Brody] Excuse me, chief.

Brody: [shouts hysterically; slamming down the receiver and hitting the bat on the already destroyed radio] Ah, that *GREAT*! THAT'S JUST *GREAT*! WHERE THE HELL ARE WE NOW, HUH? YOU'RE CERTIFIABLE, QUINT, YOU KNOW THAT? YOU'RE CERTIFIABLE!

Quint: [dismissively] Yeah, yeah, yeah...

[the three shark hunters have found the shark and are preparing to tag and kill it; Brody and Hooper are climbing over the the bow while Quint is in the cabin, taking out his harpoon gun]

Sonar Operator: [via Quint's radio] Amity Point Lighthouse to Orca. Come in, Orca.

Quint: [answering; via reciever] Orca. Come in.

Sonar Operator: [via radio cont] I have a call from a Mrs. Brody here.

Quint: Put her on.

[Shift back to Brody and Hooper; The shark is circling around the boat]

Hooper: Come on, Martin! Move, move, move!

Brody: I'm not going out there!

Hooper: Go to the end of the barrels!

[Brody stops halfway]

Hooper: Further out!

Quint: What?

Hooper: [points with his outstretched arm] *Further* out!

Brody: Why?

Hooper: Go further out!

Brody: What for?

Hooper: Can you just go to the end of the pulpit, please?

Hooper: What?

Hooper: Go to the end of the pulpit.

Brody: What for?

Hooper: [getting his camera out] *I need* something in the foreground to give it some scale!

Brody: [shouts] Foreground, my ass!

[Scene shifts to Quint]

Quint: [rapid fire speech; into the reciever] You're husband's alright, Mrs. Brody. He's caught a couple of stripers. We'll bring them home for dinner. We won't be long. We haven't seen anything yet. Over and out.

[Quint hangs up, ending the call]

Glenn Greenwood: [to Brody] You heard anything about a stolen pick up

Brody: It's yours?

Glenn Greenwood: Yup

Brody: The whale yours too?

Glenn Greenwood: The what?

Annie Greenwood: The whale?

Brody: It all makes sense. How could we have been so blind?

Craig: What?

Doug: What are you talking about, Brody?

Brody: Don't you see? The hellacious stench, the ungodly heat, the forbidden fruit. I know what did this. It was a bunch of God damned squatters!

Doug: You think weightlifters did this?

Brody: That guy just ripped out his own heart.

Craig: And tracked mud all in the house.

Brody: [while watching girls make out] I think I released the demon seamen.

Brody: Oh my god.

Lucy: God's not gonna help you now, Brody.

Brody: I hope not.

Brody: You've got a penis!

Lucy: I've got a vagina too.

Brody: Boys, save yourselves. Lucy's the devil!

Craig: I don't even care.

Brody: Let me offer some words of persuasion: She has a penis!

Craig, Doug: [scream]

Doug: Holy camel foot! Deal breaker!

Brody: I need everyone here to listen to me very, very carefully, but whatever you do, please do not panic. Everybody here is in danger of being brutally murdered and sacrificed to the devil, so, if you would, please just move single file to the door, and we'll look forward to seeing you next time.

Brody: We will sing a holy song to defeat those evil, hot, evil bitches!

Brody: Well, that's it. All the stiffs have come back to life and everybody's going home.

Craig: Yeah, including us. My dad's balls are enormous.

Doug: Like cantaloupes in a tube sock.

[first lines]

Craig: Oh! Help!

Doug: Uh-oh.

Craig: I think we got to pull over, Brody.

Brody: Again? Craig. You've been shitting across America.

Doug: Seriously. I want to get there, man.

Craig: Come on, you guys. The cigar's hanging off the lip.

Brody: I think I'm in hell, Austin. I think I died, and I don't remember... and this is hell.

Scott Archer: Natalie, why don't you go find your mother and tell her I said you could have another sip of Champagne.

Brody: Now Natalie, your stepfather just did something very nice for you. What did I tell you to say?

Natalie: You're not my real father.

Taylor: I'd say that the world holds better things for the both of us.

Brody: Maybe. But all this would have been just fine with me.

Brody: And it occured to me tonight that somehow I managed to write soemthing; that somehow my mind - my brain - it created this detective, this book, this story... and it had something in its pages that I didn't have in me.

Austin: And what's that?

Brody: Faith.

Brody: Can't get close enough for an Emmy.

Brie: Screw the Emmy. I'd settle for a fucking paycheck.

Brody: Story of my life.

Brody: This can't be fucking happening!