Titanic Quotes

Brock Lovett: Seeing her come out of the darkness like a ghost ship, still gets me every time. To see the sad ruin of the great ship, sitting here, where she landed at 2:30 on the morning of April 15, 1912 after her long fall from the world above. submitted by Claire and Christina
Bodine: You are so full of shit, boss. submitted by Jamie

Brock: These windows are 9 inches thick and if they go, it's sayonara in two microseconds. submitted by Gaynor, Laura, and Jane

[the safe, brought up from the sunken Titanic, is opened and empty]
Brock: Shit!
Crewman: No diamonds? submitted by Colleen
Bodine: You know, boss, this happened to Geraldo and his career never recovered. submitted by JDwhiskers

[Rose walks towards the T.V. intrigued by talk of Titanic]
Lizzy: What is it, Nana? submitted by Olga
Old Rose: Turn that up, dear.
[seeing the portrait of a young woman wearing only a heart-shaped diamond necklace]
Old Rose: Ol' be god damned! submitted by Megan

Buell: There's a satellite call for you.
Brock: Bobby, we're launching. You see these submersibles going into the water? submitted by Melissa Ann
Buell: Trust me buddy, you want to take this call.
Brock: This better be good.
Buell: You gotta speak up, she's kinda old.
Brock: Great! This is Brock Lovett how can I help you Mrs...
Buell: Calvert...Rose Calvert.
Brock: ...Mrs. Calvert?
Rose: I was just wondering if you had found the heart of the ocean yet, Mr. Lovett? submitted by Colleen
Buell: I told you you'd want to take the call.
Brock: All right, you have my attention now, Rose. Can you tell us who the woman in the picture is?
Old Rose: Oh yes. The woman in the picture is me. submitted by Laura

Bodine: She's a god damned liar! Some nut case seeking money or publicity, God only knows what! Like that Russian babe, Anastasia. Rose Dewitt Bukater died on the Titanic when she was 17, right?
Brock: That's right.
Bodine: If she had lived, she'd be over a hundred by now! submitted by Tracy
Brock: A hundred and one next month.
Bodine: Okay, so she's a very old God damned liar! Look, I've already done the background on this woman all the way back to the twenties, when she was working as an actress. An actress, there's your first clue Sherlock. Her name was Rose Dawson back then. Then she marries this guy named Calvert, they move to Cedar Rapids and she punches out a couple of kids. Now Calvert's dead and from what I hear Cedar Rapids is dead.submitted by Kristine
Brock: And everybody that knows about that diamond is supposed to be dead or on this boat! But she knows! submitted by Melissa Ann

Brock: Are your staterooms all right?
Rose: Oh yes, very nice. Oh, have you met my granddaughter Lizzy? She takes care of me.
Lizzy: We met just a few minutes ago; remember Nana, up on deck?
Rose: Oh, yes. There that's nice. I have to have my pictures when I travel.
Brock: Can I get you anything? Is there anything you'd like?
Rose: Yes, I would like to see my drawing. submitted by Kristine

Brock: Louis the 16th wore a fabulous stone that was called the blue diamond of the crown, disappeared in 1792. About the same time old Louis lost everything from the neck up. The theory goes that the crown diamond was chopped too and cut into a heart-like shape that came to be know as the Heart of the Ocean. Today, it would be worth more than the Hope diamond. submitted by Melissa Ann
Old Rose: It was a dreadful heavy thing. I only wore it this once. submitted by Melissa Ann
Lizzy: You actually think this is you, Nana?
Old Rose: It is me dear. Wasn't I a dish? submitted by Megan
Brock: I tracked it down through insurance records, an old claim that was settled under terms of absolute secrecy. Can you tell me who the claimant was, Rose? submitted by Kristine
Rose: I should imagine someone named Hockley.
Brock: Nathan Hockley, that's right, Pittsburgh steel tycoon. Claim was for a diamond necklace his son, Caledon, bought his fiancee, you a week before he sailed on Titanic. It was filed right after the sinking, so the diamond had to go down with the ship. See the date?
Lizzy: April 14, 1912.
Bodine: Which means, if your grandmother is who she says she is, she was wearing the diamond the day the Titanic sank.
Brock (speaking to Rose): And that makes you my new best friend. submitted by Colleen

Old Rose (holds up mirror): This was mine. How extraordinary! And it looks the same as the last time I saw it. Reflection's changed a bit. submitted by Megan

Brock: Are you ready to go back to Titanic?
Bodine: Okay, here we go. She hits the berg on the starboard side, right? She kind of bumps along, punching holes like morse code...dit,dit,dit, along the side below the water line. Then the forward compartments start to flood. Now as the water level rises, it spills over the watertight bulkheads which unfortunately don't go any higher than E-deck. So now as the bow goes down, the stern rises up, slow at first and faster and faster until finally she has her whole ass stickin' up in the air. And that's a big ass, we're talking about 20-30 thousand tons, okay? The whole's not designed to deal with that pressure; so, what happens? She splits right down to the keel and the stern falls back level. Then as the bow sinks, it pulls the stern vertical and then finally detaches. Now the stern section just kind of bobs there like a cork for a couple of minutes, floods and finally goes under about 2:20 a.m. Two hours and forty minutes after the collision. The battle section planes away landing about a half a mile away, going 20-30 knots when it hits the ocean floor. Pretty cool, ha?
Rose: Thank you for that fine forensic analysis, Mr. Bodine. Of course, the experience of it was...somewhat different.
Brock: Will you share it with us? submitted by Kristine

[Rose walks up to T.V. with Titanic on it, puts her hand on her face & starts to cry]
Lizzy: I'm taking her to rest.
Old Rose: NO!
Lizzy: Come on, Nana.
Old Rose: NO! submitted by laura

Old Rose: It's been 84 years...
Brock: It's okay, just try to remember anything, anything at all. submitted by Haley
Old Rose: Do you want to hear this story or not Mr. Lovett? It's been 84 years and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called the Ship of Dreams. And it was. It really was...

Rose: I don't see what all the fuss is about, it doesn't look any bigger than the Mauretania. submitted by Megan
Caledon Hockley (Cal): You can be blasé about some things, Rose, but not about Titanic. It's over a hundred feet longer than the Mauretania, and far more luxurious! Your daughter is far too difficult to impress, Ruth. submitted by Melissa Ann
Ruth: So this is the ship they say is unsinkable?
Cal: It is unsinkable. God himself could not sink this ship. submitted by Megan

Cal: I put my faith in you good sir. submitted by Melissa Ann

Old Rose: It was the ship of dreams...to everyone else. To me it was a slave ship, taking me back to America in chains. Outwardly I was everything a well brought up girl should be. Inside, I was screaming. (screaming blast from one of the Titanic's funnels) submitted by JDwhiskers

Fabrizio: You bet everything!
Jack: When you got nothin, you've got nothin to lose. submitted by Melissa Ann

Jack: All right, moment of truth, somebody's life's about to change.
Fabrizio? Niente.
Fabrizio: Niente!
Jack: Olaf?
Olaf: Nothing.
Jack: Sven?
Sven: (shows Jack his cards)
Jack: Oh, two pair. I'm sorry, Fabrizio.
Fabrizio: (says something in Spanish)
Jack: I'm sorry, you're not gonna to see your mom again for a long time...cause we're goin' to America! Full house boys!
Olaf: Din Jävel (translated: very bad word in Swedish). submitted by Maria.
Fabrizio: I go to America!
Pub keeper: No mate, Titanic go to America in five minutes! submitted by Melissa Ann
Jack: SHIT, FIVE MINUTES!

Jack: (running to the ship) C'mon I thought you were fast! submitted by Colleen

Officer: Have you been through the inspection queue? submitted by Kristine
Jack: Of course! Anyway, we don't have lice, we're Americans...both of us. submitted by Tina

Jack: We're the luckiest sons of bitches in the world, you know that? submitted by Martian

Fabrizio: You know somebody?
Jack: Of course not,  that's not the point. Good bye I'll miss you!
Fabrizio: Goodbye, I'm gonna never forget you!

[Jack and Fabrizio enter "their" room where Sven and Olaf were supposed to stay]
Bjorn: Var är Sven? (translated: Where is Sven?) submitted by Maria.

Maid: This one?
Rose: No, it had a lot of faces on it. This is the one.
Maid: Would you like all of these out miss? (taking Rose's drawings out)
Rose: Yes. We need a little color in this room. submitted by Katie
Cal: God, not those finger paintings again. They certainly were a waste of money. submitted by Alex
Rose: The difference between Cal's taste in art and mine is that I have some. They're fascinating. Like being inside a dream or something. There's truth but no logic.
Trudy: What's the artist's name?
Rose: Something Picasso.
Cal: Something Picasso? He wont amount to anything! He wont, trust me! (to Lovejoy) At least they were cheap. submitted by Alex

Old Rose: At Cherbourg a woman came aboard named Margaret Brown, but we all called her Molly. History would call her the Unsinkable Molly Brown.
Molly (entering the first class reception room with her bags): Well, I wasn't about to wait around all day for you, sonny. Here, if you think you can manage. submitted by Matilda

Old Rose: Her husband had struck gold someplace out west, and she was what mother called "new money". By the next afternoon, we were steaming west from the coast of Ireland, with nothing out ahead of us but ocean...submitted by Matilda

Captain Smith: Take her to sea, Mr. Murdoch. Let's stretch her legs. submitted by Bridget
Mr. Murdoch: Yes sir!

Fabrizio: I can see the Statue of Liberty already, very small of course! submitted by Rebecca

Jack: I'm the king of the world! submitted by Kate

Ismay: She is the largest moving object ever made by the hand of men in all history; and our master shipbuilder, Mr. Andrews, here designed her from the keel plates up. submitted by Kristine
Andrews: Well, I may have knocked her together, but the idea was Mr. Ismay's. He envisioned a steamer so grand in scale and so luxurious in its appointments that its supremacy would never be challenged. And here she is, willed into solid reality! submitted by Kristine

(Rose lights a cigarette)
Ruth: You know I don't like that, Rose. submitted by Haley
Cal: She knows (puts it out). submitted by Colleen

Cal: (ordering food) We'll both have the lamb. Rare, with very little mint sauce. You like that right, Sweet Pea?
Molly: You gonna cut her meat for her too there, Cal? submitted by Megan

Molly: Hey uh, Who thought of the name Titanic? Was it you, Bruce?
Mr. Ismay: Well yes, actually. I wanted to convey sheer size and size means stability, luxury, and above all strength. submitted by Megan
Rose: Do you know of Dr. Freud, Mr. Ismay? His ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you. submitted by Megan
Ruth: What has gotten into you? (Rose leaves the room) I do apologize.
Molly: She's a pistol, Cal, hope you can handle her.
Cal: Well, I may have to start minding what she reads from now on won't I, Mrs. Brown? submitted by Claire and Christina
Mr. Ismay: Freud? Who is he? Is he a passenger?

Fabrizio: The ship is nice, eh?
Tommy: Yea, it's an Irish ship.
Fabrizio: It's English...no?
Tommy: No, it was built in Ireland. Fifteen thousand Irishmen built the ship. Solid as a rock. submitted by Kristine

Tommy: Oh that's typical... First class dogs come down here to take a shit.
Jack: Lets us know where we rank in the scheme of things.
Tommy: Like we could forget. submitted by Colleen

Tommy: Ah, forget it, boyo. You'd as like have angels fly out o' yer arse as get next to the likes o' her.

Rose: I saw my whole life as if I'd already lived it...an endless parade of parties and cotillions, yachts and polo matches...always the same narrow people, the same mindless chatter. I felt like I was standing at a great precipice, with no one to pull me back, no one who cared...or even noticed. submitted by Brandi

Jack: Don't do it!
Rose: Stay back! Don't come any closer! submitted by Kitty Ng
Jack: C'mon just give me your hand, I'll pull you back over.
Rose: No, stay where you are. I mean it, I'll let go.
Jack: No you won't.
Rose: What do you mean, "No I won't"?. Don't presume to tell me what I will and will not do. You don't know me.
Jack: Well, you would've done it already.
Rose: You're distracting me, go away!
Jack: I can't, I'm involved now. You let go and I'm gonna have to jump in there after you.
Rose: Don't be absurd. You'd be killed. submitted by Stephanie
Jack: I'm a good swimmer. submitted by Stephanie
Rose: The fall alone would kill you. submitted by Stephanie
Jack: It would hurt, I'm not saying it wouldn't. To tell you the truth, I'm a lot more concerned about that water being so cold. submitted by Colleen
Rose: How cold?
Jack: Freezing...maybe a couple degrees over. You ever uh been to Wisconsin? submitted by Colleen
Rose: What?
Jack: Well, they have some of the coldest winters around. I grew up there, near Chippewa Falls. I remember when I was a kid, me and my father, we went ice fishing out on Lake Wisota. Ice fishing is, you know, where you ...
Rose: I KNOW WHAT ICE FISHING IS!!
Jack: Sorry, you just seem like, you know, kind of an indoor girl. Anyway, I uh I fell through some thin ice, and I'm tellin' ya water that cold, like right down there, it hits you like a thousand knives stabbing you all over your body. You can't breathe, you can't think...at least not about anything but the pain. Which is why I'm not looking forward to jumping in there after you. Like I said, I don't have a choice. I guess I'm kinda hoping you'll come back over the rail, and get me off the hook here. submitted by
Claire and Christina
Rose: You're crazy! submitted by Jennifer
Jack: That's what everybody says. But, with all due respect, miss, I'm not the one hanging off the back of a ship here. submitted by Melissa Ann

Jack: Whew. Jack Dawson.
Rose: Rose DeWitt Bukater.
Jack: I'll have to get you to write that one down. (They both laugh) C'mon.
[As Rose steps up to the first rail, she steps on her dress and slips. She screams]
Jack: I've got you c'mon. C'mon.
Rose: Help me, please!!! Please, help me!
Jack: Listen! Listen to me, I've got you, I won't let go. Now pull yourself up, c'mon.
[Jack starts to pull Rose up, but she slips once more!! Rose pulls herself up, and they fall on the
deck. Jack is on top of her]
Officer: What's this. Stand back and don't move an inch. (To other officers) Fetch the Master-at-Arms.

Cal: It's completely unacceptable! What made you THINK that you could put your hands on MY fiancee. Look at me you filth!
Rose: Cal.
Cal: What do you think you were doing?
Rose: Cal stop, it was an accident.
Cal: An accident?
Rose: It was stupid really. I was leaning over and slipped. I was leaning far over to see the ah... ah...ah ...the ah...ah
Cal: Propellers?
Rose: Propellers. And I slipped, and I would have gone overboard, but Mr. Dawson here saved me, and almost went over himself.
Cal: You wanted to see...she wanted to see propellers?
First Class Gentleman: Like I said, women and machinery do not mix.
Master-at-arms: Was that the way of it?
Jack: Yeah. Yeah, that was pretty much it.
First Class Gentleman: Well, the boy's a hero. Then good for you son, well done. So, it's all's well and back to our brandies, eh? submitted by Megan
Cal: You must be freezing, let's get you inside.
First Class Gentleman: Uh, perhaps a little something for the boy?
Cal: Of course. Mr. Lovejoy, I think a twenty should do it.
Rose: Is that the going rate for saving the woman you love?
Cal: Rose is displeased, what to do. I know...(to Jack) Perhaps you could join us for dinner tomorrow evening to regale our group with your heroic tale?
Jack: Sure...count me in.
Cal: Good, settled then. (To the first class gentleman) This should be interesting. submitted by Colleen

Jack (whistles for Lovejoy): Can I uh bum a smoke?
Lovejoy (Offers smokes): You'll want to tie those. It's interesting, the young lady slipped so suddenly and you still had time to remove your jacket and your shoes. submitted by Claire and Christina

Cal: I know you've been melancholy, I don't pretend to know why. I intended to save this until the engagement gala next week, but I thought tonight...submitted by Megan
Rose: Good gracious!
Cal: Perhaps as a reminder of my feelings for you.
Rose: Is it a...
Cal: Diamond? Yes. 56 carats to be exact. It was worn by Louis the 16th and they called it Le Coeur de la Mer.submitted by Leize
Cal & Rose: The heart of the ocean.
Cal: Yes. submitted by Melissa Ann
Rose: It's overwhelming. submitted by Heather
Cal: Well, It's for royalty, we are royalty, Rose. You know there's nothing I couldn't give to you. There's nothing I'd deny you, if you would not deny me. Oh, open your heart to me, Rose. submitted by Chantal

Jack: Well, I've been on my own since I was fifteen. Since my folks died and I had no brothers or sisters or close kin in that part of the country. So I lit on outta there and I haven't been back since. You can just call me a tumbleweed blowing in the wind. submitted by Matilda

Jack: Well Rose, we've walked a mile around this boat deck and chewed over how great the weather's been and how I grew up, but I reckon that's not why you came to talk to me, is it?
Rose: Mr. Dawson, I...
Jack: Jack
Rose: Jack, I want to thank you for what you did, not just for pulling me back, but for your discretion.
Jack: You're welcome.
Rose: Look, I know what you must be thinking, poor little rich girl, what does she know about misery?
Jack: No. No, that's not what I was thinking. What I was thinking, was what could have happened to this girl to make her think she had no way out.
Rose: Well, I... It was everything. It was my whole world and all the people in it and the inertia of my life plunging ahead and me powerless to stop it. (holds out left hand with engagement ring)
Jack: God! Look at that thing! You would have gone straight to the bottom.
Rose: Five hundred invitations have gone out, all of Philadelphia society will be there, and all the while I feel I'm standing in the middle of a crowded room screaming at the top of my lungs and no one even looks up. submitted by Megan
Jack: Do you love him?
Rose: Pardon me?
Jack: Do you love him?
Rose: You're being very rude. You shouldn't be asking me this.
Jack: Well, it's a simple question. Do you love the guy or not?
Rose: This is not a suitable conversation.
Jack: Why can't you answer the question?
Rose: This is absurd! You don't know me and I don't know you. We are NOT having this conversation at all. You are rude and uncouth and presumptuous and I am leaving now. Jack...Mr. Dawson...it's been a pleasure. I sought you out to thank you and I have...thanked you...
Jack: And you've insulted me.
Rose: Well, you deserved it.
Jack: Right.
Rose: Right.
Jack: I thought you were leaving.
Rose: I am. (turns to walk away) You are so annoying. (Jack laughs) Wait. I don't have to leave, this is my part of the ship...YOU leave.
Jack: Oh, ho, ho, ho...well, well, well, now who's being rude?
Rose: What is this stupid thing you're carrying around. (grabs his sketch book from him) So, what are you, an artist or something? Well, these are rather good. They're, uh, they're VERY good actually. Jack, this is exquisite work.
Jack: Aw, they didn't think too much of them in old Paree.
Rose: Paris! You do get around for a poor...well, uh, a person of limited means.
Jack: Go on, a poor guy, you can say it.
Rose: Well, well, well. (looking at pictures of naked women) And these were drawn from life?
Jack: That's one of the good things about Paris, lots of girls are willing to take their clothes off.

Jack: Well, I've been on my own since I was fifteen. Since my folks died and I had no brothers or sisters or close kin in that part of the country. So I lit on outta there and I haven't been back since. You can just call me a tumbleweed blowing in the wind.
submitted by Matilda

Jack: Well Rose, we've walked a mile around this boat deck and chewed over how great the weather's been and how I grew up, but I reckon that's not why you came to talk to me, is it?
Rose: Mr. Dawson, I...
Jack: Jack
Rose: Jack, I want to thank you for what you did, not just for pulling me back, but for your discretion.
Jack: You're welcome.
Rose: Look, I know what you must be thinking, poor little rich girl, what does she know about misery?
Jack: No. No, that's not what I was thinking. What I was thinking, was what could have happened to this girl to make her think she had no way out.
Rose: Well, I... It was everything. It was my whole world and all the people in it and the inertia of my life plunging ahead and me powerless to stop it. (holds out left hand with engagement ring)
Jack: God! Look at that thing! You would have gone straight to the bottom.
Rose: Five hundred invitations have gone out, all of Philadelphia society will be there, and all the while I feel I'm standing in the middle of a crowded room screaming at the top of my lungs and no one even looks up. submitted by Megan
Jack: Do you love him?
Rose: Pardon me?
Jack: Do you love him?
Rose: You're being very rude. You shouldn't be asking me this.
Jack: Well, it's a simple question. Do you love the guy or not?
Rose: This is not a suitable conversation.
Jack: Why can't you answer the question?
Rose: This is absurd! You don't know me and I don't know you. We are NOT having this conversation at all. You are rude and uncouth and presumptuous and I am leaving now. Jack...Mr. Dawson...it's been a pleasure. I sought you out to thank you and I
have...thanked you...
Jack: And you've insulted me.
Rose: Well, you deserved it.
Jack: Right.
Rose: Right.
Jack: I thought you were leaving.
Rose: I am. (turns to walk away) You are so annoying. (Jack laughs) Wait. I don't have to leave, this is my part of the ship...YOU leave.
Jack: Oh, ho, ho, ho...well, well, well, now who's being rude?
Rose: What is this stupid thing you're carrying around. (grabs his sketch book from him) So, what are you, an artist or something? Well, these are rather good. They're, uh, they're VERY good actually. Jack, this is exquisite work.
Jack: Aw, they didn't think too much of them in old Paree.
Rose: Paris! You do get around for a poor...well, uh, a person of limited means.
Jack: Go on, a poor guy, you can say it.
Rose: Well, well, well. (looking at pictures of naked women) And these were drawn from life?
Jack: That's one of the good things about Paris, lots of girls are willing to take their clothes off.
Rose: You liked this woman. You used her several times.
Jack: Well, she had beautiful hands, you see.
Rose: I think you must have had a love affair with her.
Jack: No, no, no, no,no, just with her hands. She was a one-legged prostitute. See.
Rose: Oh. submitted by Claire and Christina
Jack: Ah, she had a good sense of humor though. Oh and this lady? She used to sit at this one bar every night wearing every piece of jewelry she owned just waiting for her long lost love. I called her Madame Bijoux. See how her clothes are all moth eaten?
Rose: Well, you have a gift, Jack. You do. You see people.
Jack: I see you.
Rose: And...
Jack: You wouldn’t have jumped. submitted by Colleen

Mr. Ismay: So, you’ve not yet lit the last four boilers?
Captain Smith: No, I don’t see the need, we are making excellent time.
Mr. Ismay: The press knows the size of Titanic, now I want them to marvel at her speed. We must give them something new to print. This maiden voyage of Titanic must make headlines!
Captain Smith: Mr. Ismay, I would prefer not to push the engines until they have been properly run in.
Mr. Ismay: Of course, I’m just a passenger. I leave it to your good offices to decide what’s best. But what a glorious send to your final crossing if we were to get to New York on Tuesday night and surprise them all. Make the morning papers. Retire with a
bang, aye EJ?

Jack: Well after that I worked on a squid boat in Monterray. Then, I went down to Los Angeles to the pier in Santa Monica and started doing portraits there for 10 cents a piece.
Rose: Why can’t I be like you, Jack? Just head out for the horizon whenever I feel like it.
Say we’ll go there sometime, to that pier, even if we only ever just talk about it.
Jack: No, we’ll do it. We’ll drink cheap beer, we’ll ride on the roller coaster ‘til we throw up, then we’ll ride horses on the beach, right in the surf and you’ll have to ride like a real cowboy, none of that sidesaddle stuff.
Rose: You mean, one leg on each side?
Jack: Yeah.
Rose: Can you show me?
Jack: Sure. If you like.
Rose: Teach me to ride like a man.
Jack: (western accent) And chew tobacco like a man.
Rose: (western accent) And spit like a man.
Jack: What, they didn’t teach you that in finishing school?
Rose: No! submitted by Megan
Jack: C’mon I’ll show you. Let’s do it. I’ll show you how, c’mon.
Rose: Jack, no.
Jack: Aw c’mon.
Rose: Jack, no. Wait! Jack!
Jack: C’mon, Rose.
Rose: No, Jack. I couldn’t possibly, Jack.
Jack: Watch closely. (he spits)
Rose: That’s disgusting.
Jack: All right, your turn. (she spits)
Jack: That was pitiful. C’mon, you really gotta hock it back. You know get some leverage to it, use your arms, arch your neck. (he spits) See the range on that thing? (she spits) Ah, that was better. You gotta work on it, really try and hock it up and get body to it, you know. You gotta... (the “club” walks by, he has to swallow his spit) submitted by Colleen
Rose: Mother, may I introduce Jack Dawson. (Molly points to her mouth while look at Jack)
Ruth: Charmed I’m sure. (Jack wipes spit from his mouth) submitted by Megan

Old Rose: The others were gracious and curious about the man who’d saved my life. But my mother looked at his like an insect. A dangerous insect which must be squashed quickly. submitted by JDwhiskers
 

[a bugler sounds the meal call behind them]
Molly: Why do they always insist on announcing dinner like a damn cavalry charge?
Rose: Shall we go dress, Mother? (to Jack) See you at dinner, Jack. (walks away with her mother and her mother’s friends) submitted by Colleen

Molly: Uh son? Son, do you the slightest comprehension of what you’re doing? submitted by Jen
Jack: Not really.
Molly: Well, you’re about to go into the snake pit. What are you planning to wear?
[Jack gestures towards his clothes]
Molly: I figured so. Come on. submitted by Olivia

Molly: I was right. You and my son are just about the same size.
Jack: Pretty close.
Molly: You shine up like a new penny. submitted by Colleen

[Rose walks down the stairs and meets Jack at the bottom]
Jack: (kisses her hand) I saw that in a nickelodeon once and I always wanted to do it.

Rose: (walks with Jack to Mother and Cal) Darling, surely you remember Mr. Dawson.
Cal: Dawson why it’s amazing, you could almost pass for a gentleman.
Jack: Almost. submitted by Colleen

Rose: That’s John Jacob Astor, the richest man on the ship. His little wifey there, Madeline, is my age and in a delicate condition. See how she’s trying to hide it? Quite the scandal. submitted by Colleen

Molly: Care to escort a lady to dinner?
Jack: Certainly.
Molly: Ain’t nothing to it is there, Jack? Remember they love money. So just pretend like you own a gold mine and you’re in the club.

Rose: J.J., Madeline, I’d like you to meet Jack Dawson.
J.J. Astor: Are you of the Boston Dawsons?
Jack: No, the Chippawa Falls Dawsons actually. submitted by Colleen

Old Rose: He must have been nervous but he never faltered. They assumed he was one of them, heir to a railroad fortune perhaps...new money, obviously, but still a member of the club. Mother, of course, could always be counted upon...submitted by JDwhiskers

Ruth: Tell us of the accommodations in steerage, Mr. Dawson. I hear they’re quite good on this ship. submitted by Melissa Ann
Jack: The best I’ve ever seen, ma’am, hardly any rats. submitted by Cassie

Cal: Mr. Dawson is joining us from third class. He was of some assistance to my fiancee last night. submitted by Kristine

Jack: (looking at his silverware) Are these all for me?
Molly: Just start from the outside and work your way in. submitted by Colleen

Rose: It turns out that Mr. Dawson is quite a fine artist. He was kind enough to show me some of his work today. submitted by Joan
Cal: Rose and I differ somewhat in our definition of fine art. Not to impugn your work sir. submitted by Colleen
[Jack shakes his head and says no quietly] submitted by Joan

Waiter: How do you take your caviar, sir? submitted by Colleen
Jack: No caviar for me, thanks. Never did like it much.

Ruth: And where exactly do you live, Mr. Dawson?
Jack: Well, right now my address is the R.M.S. Titanic, after that I’m on God’s good humor.
Ruth: And how is it you have means to travel?
Jack: I work my way from place to place, you know, tramp steamers and such. But I won my ticket on the Titanic here in a lucky hand at poker. A very lucky hand.
Colonel: All life is a game of luck!
Cal: A real man makes his own luck, Archie. Right Dawson? submitted by Kristine

Ruth: And you find that sort of ruthless existence appealing, do you?
Jack: Well, yes ma’am I do. I mean, I’ve got everything I need right here with me; I’ve got air in my lungs and a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what’s gonna happen, who I’m gonna meet, where I’m gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge, and now, here I am, on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. (to waiter) I’ll take more. I figure life’s a gift and I don’t intend on wasting it. You never know what hand you’re going to get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at ya. (tosses lighter to Cal) Here you go, Cal. To make each day count. submitted by Colleen
Molly: Well said, Jack.
Man: Here, here!
Rose: To making it count.
All: To making it count. submitted by Colleen

Rose: Next it will be brandies in the Smoking Room.
Colonel: Well, join me for a brandy, gentlemen?
Rose: Now they’ll retreat in a cloud of smoke and congratulate each other on being masters of the universe. submitted by Colleen

Gracie: Joining us Dawson? Well, you don’t want to stay out here with the women, do you?
Jack: No thanks, I’ve got to be heading back. submitted by Joan
Cal: It’s probably best, it’ll be all business and politics that sort of thing, wouldn’t interest you. submitted by Colleen

Rose: Jack, must you go?
Jack: Time for me to go row with the other slaves.
[Rose laughs]
Jack: Goodnight Rose. (Kisses her hand and gives her a note) submitted by Joan

Jack’s note reads: Make it count. Meet me at the clock. submitted by Melissa Ann

Jack (at the clock): So, you wanna go to a real party?

Man: Pratar du Svenska? (translated: Do you speak Swedish?) submitted by Maria
Rose: I can’t understand you!
Jack (to Cora, the little girl he was dancing with): I’m gonna dance with her now, all right? C’mon.
Rose: What?
Jack: C’mon, come with me.
Rose: What? Jack, wait. I can’t do this.
Jack: We’re gonna have to get a little bit closer. like this. You’re still my best girl, Cora.
Rose: I don’t know the steps!
Jack: Neither do I, just go with it. Don’t think. submitted by Melissa Ann

Rose: What? You think a first class girl can’t drink?

Rose: So, you think you're big tough men? Let's see you do this. (stands on her toes, then falls into Jack’s arms)
Woman: Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!
Rose: I haven't done that in years. submitted by Colleen

Cal: I had hoped you would come to me last night.
Rose: I was tired.
Cal: Your exertions below decks were no doubt exhausting. submitted by Melissa Ann
Rose: I see you had that undertaker of a manservant follow me, how typical.
Cal: You will never behave like that again, Rose! Do you understand?
Rose: I'm not a foreman in one of your mills than you can command! I am your fiancee...
Cal: Fiancee, my fiancee, yes you are! And my wife! My wife in practice, if not yet by law. So you will honor me, the way a wife is required to honor a husband! Because I will not be made out a fool, Rose! Is this in any way unclear?
Rose: (shakes her head) No.

Ruth: You are not to see that boy again, do you understand me Rose? I forbid it!
Rose: Oh, stop it, Mother. You'll give yourself a nosebleed.
Ruth: This is not a game! Our situation is precarious. You know the money's gone!
Rose: Of course I know it's gone. You remind me every day!
Ruth: Your father left us nothing but a legacy of bad debts hidden by our good name. That name is the only card we have to play.  I don't understand you. It is a fine match with Hockley. It will insure our survival.
Rose: How can you put this on my shoulders?
Ruth: Why are you being so selfish?
Rose: I’m being selfish? submitted by JDWhiskers
Ruth: Do you want to see me working as a seamstress? Is that what you want? To see our fine things sold at an auction, our memories scattered to the winds?
Rose: It's so unfair.
Ruth: Of course it's unfair! We're women. Our choices are never easy. submitted by Colleen

Jack: I just need to talk to somebody for a second.
Steward: Sir, you're not supposed to be in here.
Jack: I need to speak to someone. I was just here last night...don't you remember me?
Steward: No, I’m afraid I don’t. Now you’re going to have to turn around.
(seeing Lovejoy coming toward him)
Jack: He'll tell you.
Lovejoy: Mr. Hockley and Mrs. DeWitt Bukater continue to be most appreciative of your assistance. They asked me to give you this in gratitude--
[He holds out two twenty dollar bills, which Jack refuses to take.]
Jack: I don't want your money. Please, I just...
Lovejoy: ...also to remind you that you hold a third class ticket and that your presence here is no longer appropriate.
[Jack spots Rose but she doesn't see him.]
Jack: Please, I just want to speak to Rose for one second.
Lovejoy: Gentlemen, please see that Mr. Dawson gets back where he belongs. (giving the twenties to the stewards) And that he stays there.
Steward: Yes sir! (to Jack) Come along you. submitted by Kristen

Rose: Mr. Andrews forgive me, I did the sum in my head, and with the number of lifeboats times the capacity you mentioned... forgive me, but it seems that there are not enough for everyone aboard.
Andrews: About half, actually. Rose, you miss nothing, do you? In fact, I put in these new type davits, which can take an extra row of boats inside this one. But it was thought... by some... that the deck would look too cluttered. So I was over-ruled. submitted by Colleen
Cal: It’s a waste of deck space already, on an unsinkable ship! submitted by Heather
Andrews: Sleep soundly, young Rose. I have built you a good ship, strong and true. She's all the lifeboat you need.

[Jack grabs Rose and goes into the gymnasium]
Rose: Jack, this is impossible. I can't see you.
Jack: I need to talk to you.
Rose: No, Jack. No, Jack.
Jack: Rose, you're no picnic all right? You're a spoiled little brat even, but under that you are the most amazingly astounding, wonderful girl...woman that  I've ever known and...submitted by Kristine
Rose: Jack, I...Let me try and get this out. You're amazing... I’m not an idiot. I know how the world works. I’ve got ten bucks in my pocket, I have nothing to offer and I know that, I understand...but I’m too involved now. You jump, I jump, remember? I can't turn away without knowin' you’ll be all right. That’s all that I want. They’ve got you trapped, Rose and you’re gonna die if you don’t break free. Maybe not right away, 'cause you're strong. But sooner or later that fire that I love about you Rose, that fire is gonna burn out. submitted by Katie
Rose: Well, I’m fine. I’ll be fine. Really.
Jack: Really? I don’t think so.
Rose: It’s not up to you to save me, Jack.
Jack: You’re right. Only you can do that.
Rose: I’m going back, leave me along. submitted by Melissa Ann

Rose: I changed my mind.
Jack: Give me your hand. Now close your eyes. Go on. Step up. Hold on to the railing. Keep you eyes closed, don’t peek.
Rose: I’m not.
Jack: Step up onto the railing. Hold on, hold on. Keep your eyes closed.
Rose: (laughs)
Jack: Do you trust me?
Rose: I trust you.
Jack: (lifts her hands up) All right, open your eyes.
Rose: (gasps) I’m flying! Jack!
Jack: (puts his hands in hers and sings) Come Josephine in my flying machine going up, she goes up, she goes...submitted by Monica

Old Rose: That was the last time Titanic ever saw daylight. submitted by Melanie

Brock: So we're up to dusk the night of the sinking. Six hours to go.
Bodine: Incredible! There's Smith and he's standing there and he’s got the iceberg warning in his fucking hand...excuse me, his hand, and he’s ordering more speed!
Brock: 26 years of experience working against him. He figures anything big enough to sink the ship they're gonna to see in time to turn. But the ship's too big, with too small a rudder... doesn’t corner worth a damn. Everything he knows is wrong. submitted by
Colleen

Rose: Will this light do? Don't artists need good light?
Jack (bad French accent): Zat is true, but I’m not used to working in such 'orreeble conditions. submitted by Morgan

Rose: Cal insists on carting this hideous thing everywhere. submitted by bandaid
Jack: Should we be expecting him anytime soon?
Rose: Not as long as the cigars and brandy hold out. submitted by Colleen

Jack: What is it? A sapphire?
Rose: A diamond. A very rare diamond. Jack, I want you to draw me like your French girl. Wearing this. (she smiles at him)
Jack: All right.
Rose: Wearing only this. submitted by Colleen

Rose: The last thing I need is another picture of me looking like a porcelain doll. As a
paying customer (gives Jack a dime), I expect to get what I want. submitted by Gina

Jack: Over...on the bed...the couch. Lie down. submitted by Matilda
(note: Leonardo DiCaprio really made this mistake. The script said “lay on the couch”, but the director kept it in because it seemed more natural. submitted by Tina)

Rose: I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste. I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing.
Jack: He does landscapes. submitted by Gina

Rose: So serious!

Old Rose: My heart was pounding the whole time. It was the most erotic moment of my life... up till then at least. submitted by Matilda
Bodine: So, what happened next?
Old Rose: You mean, did we "do it"? Sorry to disappoint you Mr. Bodine. Jack was very professional. submitted by Bridget

Cal: It’s a ship, there’s only so many places she could be. Lovejoy, find her! submitted by Melissa Ann and Lynnae

Jack: Pretty tough for a valet this fella; seems more like a cop!
Rose: I think he was! submitted by Kristine

Engine room worker: What are you two doing down here? Shouldn’t be down here, it could be dangerous. submitted by Melissa Ann

Jack (while running through the engine room): Carry on! Don’t mind us. You’re doing a great job, keep up the good work!

Jack: Where to, Miss?
Rose: To the stars. submitted by Barbara and Jackie

Jack: Are you nervous?
Rose: No. submitted by Jen

Rose: Put your hands on me Jack. submitted by Penny and Nina

Lookout: You know, I can smell ice when it’s near. submitted by Colleen

Rose: You're trembling.
Jack: Don’t worry, I'll be all right. submitted by Jamie

Coal Burner: They went down there.
Worker: Right, later. (walks over to the car, sees a hand print and signals to the other attendant. Opens the door.) Got you!

Rose’s note reads: Darling, now you can keep us both locked in your safe. submitted by Melissa Ann

Lee: Look! They’re a bit warmer than we are! submitted by Megan
Fleet: Well if that's what it takes for us to get warm, I'd rather not, if it's all the same to you. submitted by Melissa Ann

(sees iceberg and calls)
Lookout 2: Pick up you bastards! Is there anyone there? submitted by JG/Maverick
Crew Member: Yes? What do you see?
Lookout 2: ICEBERG RIGHT AHEAD!
Crew Member: Thank you. submitted by Colleen

Lookout 1: Smell ice can ya? Bleedin’ Christ. submitted by Melissa Ann
 

Cal: Something is wrong! Something was stolen from me tonight! submitted by Heather

Cal: Two things dear to me have disappeared this evening. Now that one is back...(he looks from Rose to Jack) ... I have a pretty good idea where to find the other. (to Master at Arms) Search him.
Jack: This is horseshit. Don’t you believe it, Rose, don’t! submitted by Melissa Ann
Rose: He couldn’t have...
Cal: Of course, he could. It’s easy enough for a professional.
Rose: ...but I was with him the whole time. This is absurd.
Cal: Perhaps he did it while you were putting your clothes back on, dear. submitted by Megan
Jack: Real slick, Cal. Rose, they put it in my pocket.
Lovejoy: Shut up! This isn’t even your pocket, is it son? Property of A.L. Reisson.
Master-at-arms: That was reported stolen today.
Jack: I just borrowed it. I was going to return it. submitted by Tina
Cal: Oh, an honest thief! submitted by Melissa Ann

Jack: You know I didn’t do it. You know me, Rose! submitted by Zari

Andrews: She can stay afloat with the first four compartments breached. But not five. Not five. As she goes down by the head the water will spill over the tops of the bulkheads...at E Deck... from one to the next... back and back. There's no stopping it.
Smith: The pumps? If we open the doors...
Andrews: The pumps buy you time...but minutes only. From this moment, no matter what I do, Titanic will founder. submitted by Melissa Ann

Ismay: But this ship can't sink!
Andrews: She’s made of iron, sir. I assure you, she can. And she will. It is of mathematical certainty.
Smith: How much time?
Andrews: An hour, two at most. submitted by S.C.
Smith: And how many aboard, Mr. Murdoch?
Murdoch: Two thousand two hundred souls on board, sir.
Smith: Well, I believe you may get your headlines, Mr. Ismay. submitted by Claire and Christina

Steward Barnes: Mr. Hockely.
Cal: Not now, we’re busy.
Steward Barnes: Sir, I've been told to ask you to please put your lifebelts on and come up to...
Cal: I said not now.
Steward: I'm sorry to inconvenience you but it's Captain's orders. Now please dress warmly, it's quite cold tonight. Now may I suggest top coats and hats? (he hands a lifebelt to Rose) Not to worry, miss, I'm sure it's just a precaution. submitted by Colleen

Rose: Mr. Andrews, I saw the iceberg. And I see it in your eyes. Please tell me the truth.submitted by Bridget
Andrews: The ship will sink.
Rose: For certain?
Andrews: In an hour or so... all this... will be at the bottom of the Atlantic.
Cal: What?
Andrews: Please tell only who you must, I don't want to be responsible for a panic. And get to a boat quickly. Don't wait. You remember what I told you about the boats?
Rose: Yes, I understand. submitted by Colleen

Little boy: What are we doing, mummy?
Woman: We're just waiting, dear. When they finish putting First Class people in the boats, they'll be startin' with us, and we'll want to be all ready, won't we? submitted by Colleen

Lovejoy: You know...I believe this ship may sink. (crosses to Jack) I've been asked to give you this small token of our appreciation...(He punches Jack hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him.) Compliments of Mr. Caledon Hockley.

Cal: Any room for a gentleman, gentleman? submitted by Megan

Ruth: Will the lifeboats be seated according to class? I hope they're not too crowded. submitted by Lauren
Rose: Oh, Mother shut up! Don't you understand? The water is freezing and there aren't enough boats... not enough by half. Half the people on this ship are going to die. submitted by meghan
Cal: Not the better half. submitted by Claire and Christina
Molly: Come on, Ruth, get in the boat. First class seats right up here.
Cal: You know, it’s a pity I didn’t keep that drawing. It’ll be worth a lot more by morning. submitted by Lauren
Rose: You unimaginable bastard.
Molly: Come on, Rose darlin’. There’s plenty of room for you. Come on Rose, you’re next darlin’.
Ruth: Come into the boat, Rose. Rose get into the boat. Rose...
Rose: Goodbye, mother.
Ruth: Rose, Rose! Come back!
Cal: Where are you going? To him? Is that it? To be a whore to a gutter rat? submitted by Melissa Ann
Rose: I'd rather be his whore than your wife. submitted by Aleksandra
[Rose spits at Cal]

Rose: Mr. Andrews! Mr. Andrews! Thank God! Where would the Master at Arms take someone under arrest?!
Andrews: You have to get to a boat right away!
Rose: No! I'm doing this with or without your help, sir. But without will take longer. submitted by Colleen
Andrews: Take the elevator to the very bottom, go to the left, then go right and left again at the stairs. You’ll come to a long corridor down the crewman's passage, take a left again, then a right.

Jack (handcuffed to the post): Oh! This could be bad. submitted by R.S.

Rose: Jack? Jack! Jack! Jack!
Jack: (bangs handcuffs) Rose!
Rose: Jack!
Jack: I’m in here. I’m in here!
Rose: Jack, Jack, ... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.
Jack: That guy Lovejoy put it in my pocket.
Rose: I know, I know. I know, I know.
Jack: Listen Rose you’re going to have to find a spare key. Look in that right there. It’s a little silver one, Rose.
Rose: These are all brass ones.
Jack: Check right here, Rose. Rose, how did you find out I didn't do it?
Rose: I didn't. I just realized I already knew.

Jack: All right Rose, listen. You’re gonna have to go find some help. It’ll be all right.
Rose: Be right back.
Jack: I’ll just wait here! submitted by Amanda

Rose: I need your help! There is a man down here and he is trapped.
Steward: Yes, yes all right there’s no need to panic. It’s all right.
Rose: Please, I’m not panicking. You're going the wrong way! Let go of me. Listen.
(punches him in the nose.)
Steward: To Hell with you! submitted by Colleen

Jack: Wait! Try a couple of practice swings over there. submitted by Tina
[Rose hefts the ax and thunks it into a wooden cabinet.]
Jack: Good, now try to hit the same mark again, Rose.
[She swings hard and the blade thunks in four inches from the mark.]
Jack: Okay, that's enough practice. C’mon Rose, you can do it. Listen, just hit it really hard and really fast. C’mon wait, open your arms up a little bit more. Good. I trust you. Go.
Rose: Like that?
Jack: Right.
[Rose whacks the ax and the two cuffs separate.]
Jack: You did it! C’mon let’s go Rose. You did it! (he jumps down to Rose, hugs and kisses her, and they swim out of the room together) submitted by Jennifer
Jack: Oh, shit this is cold! Oh shit! Shit! Shit! submitted by Anne

[Rose and Jack break through the wall]
Steward: What do you think you’re doing? You’ll have to pay for that, you know. That's White Star Line property--
Jack and Rose: Shutup!

Andrews: Mr. Lightoller? Why are the boats being launched half full?!
Lightoller: Not now, Mr. Andrews.
Andrews: There, look... twenty or so in a boat with room for sixty five. And I saw one boat with only twelve. Twelve!
Lightoller: Well...we weren’t sure of the weight... These boats may buckle.
Andrews: They were tested in Belfast with the weight of 70 men. Now fill them, Mr. Lightoller. For God's sake, man!

Tommy: For God’s sake, man, there are children down here! Let us out, so we can have a chance! submitted by Melissa Ann

Rose: Colonel, are there any more boats on that side?
Gentleman: No miss, but there are a couple of boats all the way forward. This way, I’ll lead. submitted by Colleen

Tommy: Music to drown by. Now I know I’m in first class. submitted by Tina

Third Class Man: There’ll be another boats for the daddies. This boat’s for the mommies and the children. You hold mommy’s hand and be a good little good. submitted by Colleen

Jack: Go on, I’ll get the next one.
Rose: No, not without you.
Jack: I’ll be all right. Listen, I’ll be fine. I’m a survivor all right. Don’t worry about me. Now go on, get on. submitted by Burdy
Cal: I have an arrangement with an officer on the other side of the ship. Jack and I can get off safely...both of us.
Jack: See? I’ve got my own boat to catch.
[boat holding Rose lowers]

Cal: You’re a good liar.
Jack: Almost as good as you. submitted by EMI

Jack: There’s no arrangement is there?
Cal: Oh there is, not that you’ll benefit much from it...I always win, Jack, one way or another. submitted by Brandy

[Rose is in the boat and it is being lowered. She looks up at Jack and he nods for her to go on. She looks from Jack, to the seamen, to the other women in the boat, and back to Jack. She sees his tears and throws herself out of the boat onto A-Deck]
Jack: (leaning over the side of B-Deck) Rose! Rose! What are you doing? No!
[Jack runs down to A-Deck to find her. They meet at the bottom of the stairs, in the A-Deck foyer, and embrace]
Jack: Rose, you’re so stupid. Why’d you do that, huh? You’re so stupid, Rose. Why did you do that? Why?
Rose: You jump, I jump, right?
Jack: Right

Cal (calling to them): I hope you enjoy your time together!! submitted by KJS

Lovejoy: What could possible be funny? submitted by Sarah
Cal: I put the diamond in the coat. And I put my coat...on her. submitted by Colleen

Jack: Wait! Sir! Sir, open the gate please.
Rose: Help us! Please! Help us!
Crew: Bloody hell1
Rose and Jack: C’mon, c’mon.
Crewman: (tries but drops the keys) I’m sorry, I dropped the keys.

Tommy: Will you give us a chance to live, you limey bastards!

Cal: Mr. Murdock, we had a deal, damn you. submitted by Melissa Ann
Mr. Murdoch: Your money can’t save you anymore that it can save me. submitted by Colleen

Fabrizio: Bastardo!
[Murdoch salutes]
Lightoller: No, Will!
[Murdoch falls into the water after shooting himself] submitted by Melissa Ann

Rose: Won't you even make a try for it?
Andrews: I'm sorry that I didn't build you a stronger ship, young Rose. Wait. (hands her his life belt) Good luck to the both of you.
Rose: And to you. submitted by Colleen

Guggenheim: We have dressed in our best and are prepared to go down as gentlemen. But we would like a brandy. submitted by Melissa Ann

Hartley: Right, that's it then.
[They leave him. Hartley puts his violin to his chin and bows the first notes of "Nearer My God to Thee". Without a word they walk back and take their places.]

Woman: And so they lived happily together for three hundred years in the Land of Tearnennog, land of eternal youth and beauty.

Hartley:  Gentlemen, it has been a privilege playing with you tonight.

Jack: We have to stay on the ship as long as possible. submitted by Kate

Man: Yeah, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death--
Jack: You wanna walk a little faster through that valley there?

Rose: Jack...this is where we first met! submitted by Aramesh

Father Byles: He shall wipe every tear from their eyes. And there shall be no more death. submitted by Colleen

Molly Brown: God Almighty.

Jack: The ship is gonna suck us down. Keep to the surface and keep kicking. Do not let go of my hand. We're gonna make it Rose. Trust me.
Rose: I trust you.

Jack (in the water, pulling man off Rose): Get off of her! submitted by Tina

Molly: I don't understand a one of you. What's the matter with ya? It's your men out there! There’s plenty a' room for more.
Hitchins: And there’ll be one less on this boat if you don’t shut that hole in yer face! submitted by Colleen

Rose: It's getting quiet.
Jack: It’s just gonna take a couple of minutes to get the boats organized... I don't know about you, but I intend to write a strongly worded letter to the White Star Line about all this.
Rose: I love you, Jack.
Jack: Don’t you do that! Don't say your good-byes. Not yet. Do you understand me?
Rose: I'm so cold.
Jack: Listen Rose, you're gonna get out of here...you're going to go on and you're going to make babies and watch them grow and you're going to die an old lady, warm in your bed.
Not here. Not this night. Not like this. Do you understand me?
Rose: I can't feel my body.
Jack: Winning that ticket was the best thing that ever happened to me.  It brought me to you. And I'm thankful, Rose. I'm thankful.

Jack: You must do me this honor... you must promise me you will survive... that you will never give up...no matter what happens...no matter how hopeless...promise me now, and never let go of that promise.
Rose: I promise.
Jack: Never let go.
Rose: I will never let go, Jack. I'll never let go.

Rose: "Come Josephine in my flying machine..."

Rose: Jack. Jack. Jack. Jack. There’s a boat. Jack? Jack? Jack? Jack! Jack! There’s a boat, Jack. Oh Jack. [starts crying] Come back. Come back! Come back! Come back! Come back! Come back! Come back!

Rose: I’ll never let go, I promise.
[She releases him and he sinks into the black water.]

Old Rose: Fifteen hundred people went into the sea when Titanic sank from under us. There were twenty boats floating nearby and only one came back. One. Six were saved from the water, myself included. Six out of fifteen hundred.

Old Rose: Afterward, the seven hundred people in the boats had nothing to do but wait...wait to die, wait to live, wait for an absolution that would never come.

Carpathia Steward: Sir I don’t think you’ll find any of your people back here, sir. It's all steerage.
[Cal ignores him and goes amongst this wrecked group, looking under shawls and blankets at one bleak face after another.]

Old Rose: That’s the last time I ever saw him. He married, of course, and inherited his millions. But the crash of ‘29 hit his interests hard, and he put a pistol in his mouth that year...or so I read.

Immigration Officer: Can I take your name please, Love?
Rose: Dawson. Rose Dawson.

Bodine: We never found anything on Jack. There's no record of him at all.

Old Rose: No, there wouldn't be, would there? And I've never spoken of him until now, not to anyone.  (to Lizzy)  Not even your grandfather. A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets. But now you know there was a man named Jack Dawson, and that he saved me, in every way that a person can be saved. (closing her eyes) I don't even have a picture of him. He exists now only in my memory.

Brock: Three years I’ve thought of nothing except Titanic, but I never got it. I never let it in.

[Old Rose throws the Heart of the Ocean in the North Atlantic over the resting spot of Titanic. She lays down to sleep and passes away. After she passes, her spirit flows through the water to the Titanic to be with Jack Dawson and all 1500 members of R.M.S.
TITANIC. submitted by Dani]