Harvey: Oh, oh, I'm sorry.
Manuel Fidello: What you sorry about?
Harvey: Well, I mean, your father, they didn't find him.
Manuel Fidello: What they need find him for? He all right.
Harvey: Well, but, drowning out in the ocean, all alone at night.
Manuel Fidello: What's the trouble about that? That fine way. The savior, he take my father up to fishermen's heaven - with all his old friends.
Harvey: The food was awful. But, it was better than nothing, I guess.
Manuel Fidello: Hey, sleepyface! Look! You log on the bunk.
Harvey: Oh, say, I didn't.
Manuel Fidello: Easy now, easy, he's a big one. And stay off your backside, you hear me. Come on, pull 'em up.
Harvey: I'm try-trying to.
Manuel Fidello: Oh, you want Manuel's help, huh? I think you get blisters. Blisters good for fisherman. Come on, pull 'em up! Pull 'em up.
Manuel Fidello: You think Manuel soft with that kid, huh? You think cause I catch him I let him still be Jonah, huh?
Manuel Fidello: I guess you don't know nothing, huh? Sailor's angel he fly around up there all time. You watch here, look out for 25 men below. He watch, up there, he look out for you. You go asleep, maybe. He tap you on shoulder with his wing and he say, "Hey, Manuel, wake up, I ashamed for you." He very nice fella. Everybody know that.
Manuel Fidello: Oh, Long Jack, what are you worry about? He admit the whole thing, like regular grown fella. He say he sorry. Everything all right now.
'Long Jack': Nothing's all right till I beat his ears off! Get outta my way.
Manuel Fidello: You touch that kid, I tear you apart, see! Manuel talking, I tear you apart, see! So don't get me mad, Long Jack. I get all crazy and sick inside.
Manuel Fidello: What's the matter, little fish? You sleepy?
Harvey: I-I'm so ashamed, Manuel.
Manuel Fidello: Sure. We all got to be ashamed once. So we don't do things again when we got be ashamed of, see?
Manuel Fidello: I think you put hooks in yourself, so you got chance to drink more rum, huh?
Manuel Fidello: Wake up, Little Fish. Hey, wake up, wake up! Somebody think you dead, they have celebrations.
Captain Disko Troop: Why, I know this bottom as well as my wife knows her own kitchen.
Manuel Fidello: Savior, he see my father all tired and wet down there in the water. So, he light the harbor buoy and he say, "Come on up, old Manuel. I so happy you come up here to help us." And my father, he say, "Thank you. I am very happy to come up, too. Maybe I show you something about fishing up here, huh?" And then they all laugh. And the Savior he put his arm around my father and he give him brand new dory to fish in.
'Doc': You sure is a tonic to yourself.
Manuel Fidello: Now, come on. 1-2-3 Row! Row! We get some place. Bottom of the ocean, I think, frankly.
Manuel Fidello: Hey! I do more work as you do with your best girl six brothers.
Harvey: But, there's no fishing out there, is there?
Frank Burton Cheyne: The best trout fishing in the world! And if I do say it myself, I can teach you to cast a fly wherever you want to put one.
Dan Troop: I read about that kind of fishing, once, in a magazine. Manuel said that any fish that ate a bug was some kind of a frog.
Manuel Fidello: My father, when he alive, he made better songs than me.
Harvey: What kind of songs did he sing?
Manuel Fidello: Songs about the sun and the sea. Songs about the clouds. Big songs - about the wind and the storms. And little songs too - about the tip on my mother's nose. Oh, my father, he feel beautiful inside.
Harvey: Do you think they really fish in heaven?
Manuel Fidello: Well, sure they fish in heaven. What else they do?
Captain Disko Troop: I suppose you deny I showed you the road to this spot a year ago this very day! Ya cross-eyed mackerel.
Harvey: Gosh, can I take him off the hook?
Manuel Fidello: We got not time for that. We don't know these fish personal.
