Dirty Jobs

Mike: Decomposing kelp, coffee bean skins, mulch, and donkey poo, doesn't sound like the ingredients for a cup of coffee.

Mike: Nothing like a little poo in your boot to get the day off to a good start.

Mike: Riding on a veritable poop machine. Not the most elegant way to travel, but I kept my mouth shut. No point in making an ass of myself.

Mike: I'm Mike Rowe. I fear no seal.

Mike: I'm wearing knee pads, squatting on a seal, with my finger down its throat. There's something you don't see everyday.

Mike: We're essentially gonna turn some fish into... Stacy (marine mammal volunteer): ...fish mash. Mike: Yeah. You do virtually everything here. Where does this rank on your list of favorites? Stacy: It makes me want to vomit. Mike: Excellent.

Mike: (to the ostriches) Back up you morons. You smashed your own egg.

(Mike is inside the ostrich pen, after having learned that ostriches have been around for a hundred million years.) Mike: Great. I've locked myself in with dinosaurs.

[Mike helps the Point Reyes team send off the sea lions.] Mike: Go home. It's nice. It's cold. It's windy. See you again, maybe on Shark Week.