Hooper, Quint, and Dan sit on the transom. Hooper
takes a long pull from a bottle of Quint's home brew.
Quint is railing at them, all a little smacko.
QUINT
Close call, my ass. A baby dogfish
in a laboratory? See this thumb?
Quint flaunts his thumb, a checkerboard of scar tissue.
HOOPER
(handing back the
bottle)
You've got the monopoly, huh? Here!
Hooper rolls up his trouser leg boasting a crescent scar on
his calf.
HOOPER
Look at this one.
QUINT
(snorts)
Beauty mark.
Quint starts to pull up his own pant leg.
HOOPER
Bull-shark scraped me. I was down
getting samples, and he ---
QUINT
(puts his leg on
Hooper's lap)
Mako! Match that!
DAN
I burned my finger lighting a
scented candle.
They glare at him.
DAN
(Holds up his index
finger.)
See? It's okay now...