steely-eyed shark hunter said to have inspired quint dead at 82

Here's to swimmin' with bow-legged women.

http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2008/more/09/15/bc.us.obit.frankmundus.ap/

 

Show him the way to go home....

 

For 15 years, she kept her virginity. That's pretty good in this vicinity

 

Man goes in the cage. Cage goes in the water. Shark's in the water. Our shark.

 

Front, bow. Back, stern. Don't get it right, squirt, and I throw your ass out the little round window on the side.

 

We're gonna need a bigger boat.

 

"See ya got your rubbers, Chief!"

 

One of the greatest scenes in the movie is when the men are drunk down below and Quint is talking about being on the U.S.S. Indianapolis and surviving in the water while waiting for help. Gives me goosebumps every time.

EDIT: Found it:

 

I dont know that I've ever caught that...

 

Click that link above. Awesome stuff. If you already clicked it, I changed it to a better one.

EDIT: I also heard he did it in one take, after memorizing the story/details the night before the shoot.

 

chilling and outstanding.....

 

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 12 minutes. Didn't see the first shark for about a half an hour. Tiger. 13-footer. You know how you know that when you're in the water, Chief? You tell by looking 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. They didn't even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin', so we formed ourselves into tight groups. You know, it was kinda like old squares in the battle like you see in the calendar named "The Battle of Waterloo" and the idea was: shark comes to the nearest man, that man he starts poundin' and hollerin' and screamin' and sometimes the shark go away... but sometimes he wouldn't go away. Sometimes that shark he looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. And, you 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 living... until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin'. The ocean turns red, and despite all the poundin' and the hollerin', they all come in and they... rip you to pieces. You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. I don't know how many sharks, maybe a thousand. I know how many men, they averaged six an hour. On Thursday morning, Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boatswain's mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up, 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... he was a young pilot, a lot younger than Mr. Hooper. Anyway, he saw us and he come in low and three hours later a big fat PBY comes down and starts to pick us up. You know that was the time I was most frightened... waitin' for my turn. I'll never put on a lifejacket again. So, eleven hundred men went in the water; 316 men come out and the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb.