“There are three things that smell of fish. One of them is fish. The other two are growing on you!”

“One fish Two fish Red fish Blue fish!”

“There are these two young fish swimming along and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says "Morning, boys. How's the water?" And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes "What the hell is water?”

“There's nothing in the sea this fish would fear. Other fish run from bigger things. That's their instinct. But this fish doesn't run from anything. He doesn't fear.”

“Because he loves pussy. Except it smells like fish!”

“Fish and guests in three days are stale.”
Quasi piscis itidem est amator lenae: nequam est nisi recens.

“Fish and guests in three days are stale.”

“Fish and visitors stink in three days.”

“I, the solitary fish, a fish apart
(apart at least from the tree fish and the stone fish),
write, at isolated moments, a tiny fish or two
whose glittering scales, so fleeting,
may only be the dark's embarrassed wink.”

“I tell you one thing I did used to like: the fish and chips. But I stopped eating fish this year. One day I just felt the death in it.”