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.
I’m the king of the world!
Really? I don’t think so. *They’ve* got you trapped, Rose. And you’re gonna die if you don’t break free. Maybe not right away because you’re strong but…Sooner or later that fire that I love about you, Rose… That fire’s gonna burn out…
Well, yes, ma’am, I do… I mean, I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what’s gonna happen or, who I’m gonna meet, where I’m gonna wind up.
Which is why I’m not really looking forward to jumping in there after you. But 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.
Jack, I’m flying!
A woman’s heart is a deep ocean of secrets.
I’ll never let go
“Rose: It’s Been 84 years” “Mr. Lovett: It’s Okay Rose jsut try to remember anything, anything at all.” “Rose: Do you want to hear this or not Mr. Lovett. It’s been 84 years, and i can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been use. Th
-Old Rose and Brock Lovett
You are still my best girl, Cora
Jack: That’s one of the good things about Paris: lots of girls willing to take their clothes off.
Jack: God! Look at that thing! You would’ve gone straight to the bottom.
Jack: Don’t do it.
Rose: Stay back! Don’t come any closer!
Jack: Come on, 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: [He approaches slowly, gesturing to his cigarette to show that he is approaching merely to throw it over the side into the ocean] 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 woulda done it already.
Rose: You’re distracting me! Go away!
Jack: I can’t. I’m involved now. You let go, and I’m, I’m ‘onna have to jump in there after you.
Rose: Don’t be absurd. You’d be killed!
Jack: I’m a good swimmer.
Rose: The fall alone would kill you.
Jack: It would hurt. I’m not saying it wouldn’t. Tell you the truth, I’m a lot more concerned about that water being so cold.
[pause. She looks down at the water. Jack is slowly removing his boots]
Rose: How cold?
Jack: Freezing. Maybe a couple degrees over. You ever, uh, you ever been to Wisconsin?
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 Wissota. 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 telling you, water that cold, like right down there…
[He gestures with his chin down toward the Atlantic Ocean]
Jack: … 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.
[They exchange glances]
Jack: Like I said, I don’t have a choice. I guess I’m kinda hoping you’ll come back over the railing, an’ get me off the hook here.
Rose: You’re crazy.
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. Come on. C’mon, give me your hand. You don’t want to do this.
[She reaches her hand back, he reaches his forward, and he helps her back onto the deck]
Jack: Whew! I’m Jack Dawson.
Rose: Rose De Witt Bukater.
Jack: I’m gonna have to get you to write that one down.
Rose: [letting go of Jack’s hand] I’ll never let go, Jack. I promise.
[she kisses his hand and watches him sink, almost falling apart before she finally climbs back into the water to call the lifeboat back]
Jack: Where to, Miss?
Rose: To the stars.
Jack: [waving to people as the Titanic sets off] Goodbye!
Fabrizio: You know somebody?
Jack: Of course not! That’s not the point! Goodbye, I’ll miss you!
Fabrizio: Goodbye! I’m gonna never forget you!
Rose: I don’t know the steps!
Jack: Neither do I! Just go with it!
Rose: It’s so unfair.
Ruth: Of course it’s unfair. We’re women. Our choices are never easy.
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. 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.
Lewis 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… 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. I don’t even have a picture of him. He exists now… only in my memory.
Bert Cartmell: It’s a big boat, huh?
Cora Cartmell: Daddy, it’s a ship!
Bert Cartmell: You’re right.
Rose: Teach me to ride like a man.
Jack: And chew tobacco like a man.
Rose: And spit like a man!
Jack: What, they didn’t teach you that in finishing school?
Molly Brown: [to the group who are dining at the same table] Hey, uh, who thought of the name Titanic? Was it you, Bruce?
Ismay: Yes, actually. I wanted to convey sheer size, and size means stability, luxury, and above all, strength.
Rose: Do you know of Dr. Freud, Mr. Ismay? His ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you.
Ruth: [whispering] What’s gotten into you?
Rose: Excuse me.
[She rises and leaves]
Ruth: I do apologize.
Molly Brown: She’s a pistol, Cal! Hope you can handle her.
Cal Hockley: Well, I may have to start minding what she reads from now on, won’t I, Mrs. Brown?
Ismay: Freud? Who is he? Is he a passenger?
Tommy Ryan: That’s typical. First class dogs come down here to take a shite.
Jack: That’s so we know where we rank in the scheme of things.
Tommy Ryan: Like we could forget.
100 years. RIP Titanic and it’s victims. You’re alwys in my heart. Much love. Me.” —Titanic (1997)