Captain Nolan. He began to call on me after class at odd hours, asking about the orcas...

Rachel: [voiceover] I didn't notice at first but my lectures suddenly gained a new and attentive member: Captain Nolan. He began to call on me after class at odd hours, asking about the orcas and occasionally, about me. I was surprised at his ignorance of the animals. To have fished here for so long and have learned so little about them amazed me. I was also intrigued by his curiosity. The combination made him seem vulnerable, and even attractive. It was that or I had been in Newfoundland for too long. In any case I should have known that fishermen are rarely curious about anything at sea unless they want to catch it, or kill it.
[Nolan is putting up a net]
Rachel: don't tell me you're building a holding pen? I should have known when you pumped me about killer whales it wasn't to improve your mind if any.
Captain Nolan: Ha-ha. Now look, we're not going to harm him. The lucky lad will have a long, happy life, in some aquarium.
Rachel: How much money do you think you're going to get for him?
Captain Nolan: Enough, enough.
Rachel: Nolan, there's a word for you.
Captain Nolan: I know. And I've been called it many times.
Rachel: Your plan to capture and sell a fellow creature. He's like you, he has warm blood, he breathes air, he's a mammal but with intelligence and he communicates.
Captain Nolan: Ohh.. he communicates, does he?
Rachel: Look at me. Tell me I'm pulling your leg and I'll give you a dollar.
Captain Nolan: No, but I'll tell you this, you're one hell of a girl to be living in a tent sleeping with a tape recorder.
Rachel: Did I tell you that animal has a right to be left alone?
Captain Nolan: No you didn't, but I have a notion that you're about.
Rachel: These animals are too big and too smart, and they're made to be in constant motion. They don't even sleep. It's much crueller than putting a lion in a cage. It's hardly something to screw around with.
Captain Nolan: Now there's a very dangerous word to use around a fellow like me. I mean, I might get a notion or two.
Rachel: You'll never catch a killer whale. Is there any way that I can make you give up?
Captain Nolan: Well, there's one you might try. But I s'pose that's out of the question.
Rachel: If that's what it'll take.
Captain Nolan: If you are so sure I can't catch a killer whale, why're you so upset?
Rachel: Listen, you won't catch one, but you might butcher a couple of dozen in the attempt.
Captain Nolan: Ahh, that's not my style at all.
Rachel: So you refuse to quit?
Captain Nolan: That's not my style either. Especially when a pretty and intelligent girl like you tells me that I'm dumber than a fish.
Rachel: Lots of bad luck