“Give me your hands,” you tell Hooper as he bickers with Quint and Brody. You glance at Quint and then back to Hooper, “you got city hands, Mr. Hooper.”

Quint shakes his head, “you've been counting money all your life.”

Matt sneers, “Hey, I don't need this! I don't need this working class hero crap!”

You roll your eyes and walk away to inspect the boat, leaving your husband to continue arguing with the chief and the man from the Oceano-whatever institute.