Spencer Tracy: Manuel

Captains Courageous

Manuel

Harvey: I bet I know a lot of things you don't know. I know that's not French you're singing.
Manuel Fidello: That's right. About ten million people know it Portuguese.
Harvey: I bet you can't speak French.
Manuel Fidello: Right now, I sorry I speak *English*.

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: My father was the best fisherman on the whole Madeira islands! And that's everyplace.
Harvey: Well, that's not so much.
Manuel Fidello: How you mean not so much?
Harvey: Well, I mean he didn't do much for you. I mean, he didn't leave you anything.
Manuel Fidello: He didn't leave - ? He-he leave me this hurdy-gurdy that his grandfather leave him! He teach me how to fish, how to sail boat! He give me arms and hands and feet, feeling good outside and he teach me how to feel good inside! My father do all this and he have 17 other kids beside - what else a father do?

Manuel Fidello: 15 years I've been fisherman, first time I catch fish like you.
[blows conch shell, and heads towards boat ringing bell]
Manuel Fidello: HEY, Aboard the vessel!
Captain Disko Troop: Hey!
Manuel Fidello: I bring you new kind of fish.
Captain Disko Troop: What'chu get?
Manuel Fidello: I got new kind of fish. He got no tail. He got pants on his dorsal fin. I think maybe he about 10 year old.
[pulls up next to schooner and start hauling up boy]
Dan Troop: Aw, its a kid ain't it?

Harvey: Why do you keep singing for?
Manuel Fidello: Because I like to sing.
Harvey: I never heard that song before.
Manuel Fidello: Me neither. I just make 'em up.
Harvey: You can't write songs.
Manuel Fidello: I don't write 'em. I just find 'em in my mouth.
Harvey: A song can't be any good like that! When you just make it up.
Manuel Fidello: Say, that's best kind songs. When you feel good inside, like-like trade winds, she just come out.
[singing]
Manuel Fidello: O my beautiful lady...

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.

Manuel Fidello: [SInging] Yea-ho, little fish, don't cry, don't cry. Yea-ho, little fish, don't cry, don't cry. Once Doc makes a biscuit and throw them away, next day no more fish come around boat to play. Yea-ho, little fish, don't cry, don't cry. Yea-ho, little fish, don't cry, don't cry. Said cabbage to fish cake who lay on one dish, I beautiful cabbage you only poor fish. Yea-ho, little fish, don't cry, don't cry. Yea-ho, little fish, don't cry, don't cry...

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.

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: 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: Wake up, Little Fish. Hey, wake up, wake up! Somebody think you dead, they have celebrations.

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.

Manuel Fidello: [Imitating the fog horn of a passing Ocean Liner] O-o-o-o-o! O-o-o-o-o! You try run Manuel down, huh? You big killer whale smokestack. You try swallow Manuel - like he little smelt, huh? O-o-o-o-o! O-o-o-o-o! That's all you ever gonna say. O-o O-o-o!

Manuel Fidello: Look, Long Jack. He's got such few fish, they die of loneliness, I think!
'Long Jack': You did better maybe?
Manuel Fidello: Aww, wait you see what I get. I get fish with hair on him!

Harvey: People learn songs. Songs aren't just inside of people like that.
Manuel Fidello: Say, sometimes a song so big and sweet inside, I-I I just can't get 'em out. And then I look up at stars and maybe cry, it feels so good. Don't you never feel like this? No, I guess you don't.

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.