High Seas Rivalry | Wicked Tuna: Outer Banks

I'm stuck. We're staying. Pretty sure Fren's even staying. Yeah, he has to, though; his title's on the line. Yeah, he knows. He hasn't said a word on the radio to us. Uh, he probably won't.

We got three fish; Frenzy's got four. I got to admit it, I absolutely, absolutely love watching Greg squirm. He has no idea who he's dealing with. He's already won two years in a row. Well, there's a new sheriff in town. Might have to shank somebody in the back when no one's looking.

Sit back and enjoy knowing that that red boat is trembling. You know how it is; it doesn't take anything for the fish to move in. They can move in here tonight. We're already here. I don't think Foolish Pleasure's going home, so no, I don't think so.

We got to make sure we're fishing when he's fishing. It's one thing if we're fishing next to him and he gets us, but if we're not here and he gets one, that's not going to be good. Can't live with that. Can't live with that at all.

I have to say I'm a little bit surprised at how well the Foolish Pleasures are doing. I've never seen Greg nervous about another boat when we're fishing, but they've definitely opened his eyes. We got some food; we're good. We can camp.

It keeps me looking over my shoulder, knowing that Foolish Pleasures are trying to make sure they get ahead of me, but it doesn't really change the way I fish, 'cause I know that I can put meat on the deck. I want to fish till it's dark. Dark, why not?

I mean, all right, yeah, I'm good with that. I don't care if you're good with it or not. I'm catting on this rig. Frenzy almost runs with pansy. He see him in his turtleneck? I did see him in his turtleneck. I think we're going to get a crack out of them tonight. It's going to be a long night. Hopefully, they'll bite.