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After a sudden underwater tremor sets free scores of the prehistoric man-eating fish, an unlikely group of strangers must band together to stop themselves from becoming fish food for the area's new razor-toothed residents.
Danni: Nice horn. Laura Forester: Thanks. Nice boobs. Danni: Thanks. Laura Forester: I have a training bra but I don't like to wear it 'cause it itches. Danni: Tell me about it! Who are you waiting for? Laura Forester: My brother Jake, he's seventeen. He'll like your boobs too. Danni: They all do.
Julie Forester: Are you sure you can do this? Danni: You better believe it. [Climbing on the rope] Danni: I don't pole dance for nothing! Julie Forester: [Rounding angrily on her son] You've got a lot of explaining to do, young man!
Mr. Goodman: Piranha hunt in packs - not for protection, but for overwhelming force. They're organized, methodical. The first bite draws blood. The blood draws the pack.
Andrew: [to crowd] When I say tit you say e's! Tit... Crowd: E's! Andrew: Tit... Crowd: E's!
Jake Forester: I am so sorry. We're on the lake. Julie Forester: What? Where are Laura and Zane? Jake Forester: They're with me on the boat. Julie Forester: Oh, my God, Jake! Whatever you do, do not go into the water. Jake Forester: You don't understand, Mom. Our boat is sinking.
Andrew: Kelly, trust us. It's never cheating if it's with another chick.
Deputy Fallon: Chew on this, motherfuckers! [kills piranhas with motor boat propeller]
Jake Forester: [to Derrick] Okay Speedo!
Andrew: Here we go. Check it out - the fish with boobies.
Julie Forester: [brings out a Tazer gun] You boys take one more step, you'll be pissing lightning bolts into next week.
Deputy Fallon: This is the Lake Victoria police department. The sheriff has declared an emergency!
Zane Forester: [to Laura] Why don't you be a girl and sunbathe or something?
Julie Forester: Get the fuck out of the water!
Sam: Something bit me. Paula: Oh, yeah, right. I thought you always liked that kind of stuff.
Wet T-Shirt Host: [to the DJ] Hit it, DJ Chocolate Thunder!
Novak: [to Mr. Goodman] Excuse me, but is that a fucking piranha?
Wet T-Shirt Host: I'm fucking slipping, you fucking whore!
Novak: There are thousands of them and they are pissed!
Brett: [to Jake] Hey, ass wipe. Cool shirt. [splashes Jake with his slurpee]
[last lines] Mr. Goodman: [to Julie] The piranhas that killed those divers, the ones you're hunting for, they're not fully developed. They're the babies. Novak: The babies? Huh. So where are the parents? [a piranha jumps out of the water and bites Novak]
[first lines] Matt Boyd: Oh boy, that's a fast fish.
Laura Forester: You talk funny. Derrick Jones: Yeah, well, you're short.