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.
Manuel Fidello: We have good times together, say little fish. We laugh. We sing. So, you smile, now. So, smile.
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.
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.
Dan Troop: Pop could find fish in a graveyard.
Harvey: The food was awful. But, it was better than nothing, I guess.
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: Hey! I do more work as you do with your best girl six brothers.
Frank Burton Cheyne: Elliot, I'm going to be a father again.
Elliott: Good Heavens, Mr. Cheyne.
Frank Burton Cheyne: No, no no Elliot... just that it seems that smart little boys from so-called wealthy well-bred parents don't grow up very successfully by themselves.
Manuel Fidello: Now, come on. 1-2-3 Row! Row! We get some place. Bottom of the ocean, I think, frankly.
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: Manuel and his little fish, they beat everybody. We make fisherman out of you, huh, little fish?
'Doc': You sure is a tonic to yourself.
Manuel Fidello: The Apostles, they all fishermen, ain't they? Remember that Simon called Peter? Remember that time when he don't catch no fish in the Sea of Galilee? And the Savior, he stand on the shore and he say, "Simon, you throw your net on the right side." Simon, he throw his net on the right side and he catch so many fish his net almost break in two. Oh, I think the Savior, he the best fish man. But, my father, he come next.
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.
Manuel Fidello: I gonna get nifty suit. You know, purple colored. Oh, very nifty suit, with shoes to match and big pearl buttons. Oh, and then I get new tie with big yellow flowers. Oh, then I walk up and down Duckett Street, and I say "Hey, girls, girls. Hey, look, look. Manuel is in town."
Harvey: Girls?
Manuel Fidello: Oh sure, beautiful girls. I get maybe five, six girls in Gloucester. I tell each one I like her best. You gotta tell big lies to girls to make them happy.
Captain Disko Troop: Why, I know this bottom as well as my wife knows her own kitchen.
Manuel Fidello: Aw, there my new kind of fish. How you feel, little fish?
Manuel Fidello: Wake up, Little Fish. Hey, wake up, wake up! Somebody think you dead, they have celebrations.
