The Beach Quotes

Keaty: [Keaty interrupts Richard whilst watching Francoise and pretending to read his book] One: she's just teasin' ya.
Richard: What are you talking about?
Keaty: Two: you don't speak French. Three: he speaks French. In fact, even better than that, four: he IS French. Five: he's much better at football - sorry, sorry, SOCCER - than

you. And six: you're a bit strange, Rich. Some girls like that in a man, but not usually the sort of girls you wanna be with.
Richard: Is that right?
Keaty: Come on, your last girlfriend chucked ya, there must've been a reason.
Richard: It was not my fault!
Keaty: And seven: look at - look at your

thumbs, man! They're well defined!
Richard: Wh-what is that supposed to mean?
Keaty: You play a lot of video games! That is a powerful index of incompatabilty.
Richard: Why do I get the feeling like you're trying to tell me something?
Keaty: You haven't a hope mate - not a bleedin' chicken's chance in

Thailand. Know what I mean?
Richard: Thank you.
Keaty: So, enjoy the beach and cut the bullshit.
Richard: [softly] Thank you very much.
Keaty: It's my pleasure.

Etienne: Oh fuck! Richard! Fuck!
Richard: What?
Etienne: I saw a fin!
Richard: What? Are you joking?
Etienne: No, no. A fin!
Richard: OK, a shark fin?
Etienne: I don't know! Just a fin! Over there, about a hundred meters.

Richard: Well, was it big?
Etienne: Yes.
Richard: Well, what the fuck do you expect me to do about it?
Etienne: Nothing! I just thought you should know!
Richard: Well, to be honest, Etienne, I'd rather you hadn't told me!
Etienne: I'm sorry!

Richard: Well, it's a bit fuckin' late now, isn't it?

Richard: Alright alright alright alright. Now before I start there's-there's just a couple things you have to remember... Number one: you have to remain calm, right? And number two: you have to show no fear, because the sharks, you see, the sharks they can sense that fear, just as easily as they can sense blood. And so it went for me. Just as I knew it would. Just as nature had

ordained, its jaw wide open. Row upon row of these razor sharp teeth glinting underwater like jagged diamonds. Its tail fin sweeping back and forth as it surged in for the kill. I swear to God, my whole life flashed before my eyes. Really, I had nothing left to offer except for pure reflex. Pure relfex, and mankind's basic drive for survival that somehow shouts NO! I WILL NOT! DIE! TODAY! And at

that instant man I knew it was either the shark or me. The shark knew it. I knew it. But jeez God, i-it's nothing p-personal, ya know, it's just the way the world works, right? It's nature. But, if I remember correctly, in that last glimmer of its eyes... there was a moment between us... where it said hey Richard man... enjoy your dinner.

Richard: Oh, God!
Etienne: Putain de merde!
Etienne: Well?
Richard: Well, what?
Etienne: How do we get down?
Richard: How do we get down? How am I supposed to know? Do I have to decide everything now?
Françoise: We'll jump.

Etienne: Fuck! You wanted to be in command, Richard.
Richard: I only took command, because you lost your nerve, French boy!
Etienne: Yeah, and look where you've taken us !
[Large shot on the waterfall]