Jaws

by Peter Benchley

He felt at once betrayed and betrayer, deceived and deceiver. He was a criminal forced into crime,

“I want that fish killed. If you can’t do it, we’ll find someone who can.” Hooper laughed. “You sound like a mobster. ‘I want that fish killed.’ So go get a contract out on him.

clout

clout? in 1974?

“There’ll be a slight delay,” he said as he approached the table, “while the cook kills our dinner. She tried to serve it as it was, but it bit her on the leg.”

Then I’m going to try to kill him.” “With what, may I ask?” “This.” Hooper held up the stick. “Good thinking,” Quint said with a derisive cackle. “If that doesn’t work you can tickle him to death.”