Harvey: Gosh, can I take him off the hook?
Manuel Fidello: We got not time for that. We don't know these fish personal.
Manuel Fidello: I think you put hooks in yourself, so you got chance to drink more rum, huh?
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.
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.
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: Nothing going on, here, now. That fish he have meeting down below. He tell all other fish there's something not so funny going on.
Harvey: Do you think they really fish in heaven?
Manuel Fidello: Well, sure they fish in heaven. What else they do?
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.
