When I was young, and I saw Jaws for the first time, I knew the shark was the main villain, but I considered Quint to be the secondary. His counterproductive actions, his extreme saltiness, his gruesome exit—a shark is gonna shark, sure, but Quint didn't have to go that hard. And then I was old, and rewatched it (which is easy to do, it might be the single most rewatchable movie of the last 50 years), and I realized what a callow fucking moron I was. Why couldn't Hooper shut the fuck up? Why did Hooper insist on telling Quint his business? This four-eyed numbnuts' grand plan involves building a half-ass birdhouse, climbing inside, and sinking himself 60 feet deep so he can poke at a leviathan with a sharp stick? Quint was on the Indianapolis, for christ's sake. 1100 men went into the water, 315 plus Quint came out, and they delivered the bomb! R.I.P. Quint. You were too pure for this world.