HARP: Eating solid breakfasts, Utah?
HARP: All the food groups? Avoiding sugar? Caffeine? I see to it that my people maintain cardiovascular fitness. We stay off hard liquor, cigarettes...
UTAH: I take the skin off chicken.
BIG SHOULDERS: Okay, Pappas, let's put on the blindfold. Wanna see you retrieve at least two bricks from the bottom.
PAPPAS: I've been in the field 33 years, fired my piece 23 times in the line of duty, and I got no idea what a blind man fetching bricks has gotta do with being a Special Agent!
Added to which indignity, I got three months left to retirement and they saddle me with some blue-flamer fresh out of Quantico for a partner. Some quarterback punk, Johnny Unitas or something.
COREY: Hey Shamu, this is your guy.
PAPPAS: Pappas. Angelo Pappas.
UTAH: Punk. Quarterback Punk.
PAPPAS: Welcome to Sea World, kid.
15: Hey, man, guys your age learning to surf, it's cool, there's nothing wrong with it.
UTAH: I'm twenty-five.
15: See that's what I'm saying, it's never too late.
TYLER: Look crazy son of a bitch! You wanna commit suicide, you do it someplace else! Look at this pig-board piece-a-shit. It's still got the price tag on it, for Chrissakes. What'd you do, buy it yesterday? You've got no business out here whatsoever.
HARP: How was the beach?
HARP: Surf conditions okay?
UTAH: A little mushy.
HARP: A little mushy! You think the taxpayers would like it, Utah, if they knew they were paying a federal agent to surf and pick up girls?
UTAH: The correct term is babes, sir. Uh, this type of undercover operation is entirely dependent on picking up the idiom of the speech. Otherwise penetration is not possible, sir. Of the social infrastructure, I mean.
UTAH: Okay, so this is where you tell me all about how locals rule and yuppie insects like me shouldn't be surfing your break and all that, right?
TONE: Waste of time.
WARCHILD: We're just going to fuck you up.
BODHI: The one you decked is Bunker Wiess. The big one is his brother, Warchild. The other two always hang. They think they're some kinda death squad around here.
UTAH: What's their program?
BODHI: They're punks. Nazis. Their brains are wired wrong. They hurt surfing because they give nothing back, and they have no respect for the sea. They just want to get radical. It's mindless aggression. They'll never get it, the spiritual side of it.
UTAH: You always talk like this? You're not gonna start chanting or anything are you?
UTAH: Don't you gamble?
BODHI: Only make bets I can't afford to lose. Only way to be 100% committed.
BODHI: Not tragic to die doing what you love. You want the ultimate thrill, you gotta be willing to pay the ultimate price.
BODHI: Life's sure got a sick sense of humor, don't you think so Johnny?
BODHI: Ever done this before?
BODHI: Pure adrenalin, right?! The ultimate rush. Other guys snort for it, jab a vein for it -- all you gotta do is jump.
UTAH: Sure, it's a blast, but listen, I sorta screwed up my knee yesterday--
BODHI:Yeah, I noticed you limping. But don't worry about it, brah. Don't worry at all. We're not gonna land on land!
UTAH: Oh, well, that's fine then. I feel so much better.
BODHI: It's basic dog psychology, brah. If you scare them, get them pissing down their leg, they submit... you control them. If you project weakness, you draw aggression... that's how people get hurt.
Fear causes hesitation, and hesitation will cause your worst fears to come true. You project strength to avoid conflict.
PAPPAS: Harp, let me tell you something. I was an agent in this bureau when your mommy was still wiping your shinny pink ass, and you know one thing I learned in all those years that you still haven't?
HARP: What that?
PAPPAS: Respect your elders.
UTAH: You're cold because all the blood is running out of your body, Roach. You're going to be dead soon. I hope it was worth it.
BODHI: Time to dance with the universe. I could never handle a jail cell. You'll do this for me, won't you Johnny? Haven't I earned this much?