Rose: It doesn't look any bigger than the Mauritania.
Cal: You can be blase about some things, Rose, but not about Titanic. It's over a hundered feet longer than the Mauritania and far more luxurious.
Jack Dawson: I love waking up in the morning not knowing where I'm gonna go or who I'm gonna meet. Just the other day I was sleeping under a bridge, and now I'm on the grandest ship in the world drinking champagne with you fine people.
Rose: The last thing I need is another picture of me looking like a porcelain doll.
[Upon boarding the ship]
Jack: We are the luckiest sons of bitches in the world!
Ismay: So you've not lit the last four boilers then?
Smith: No, I do not see the need. We are making excellent time.
Ismay: Captain, the press knows the size of Titanic, let them marvel at her speed, too. We must give them something new to print. And the maiden voyage of Titanic must make headlines!
Ruth: So this is the ship they say is unsinkable.
Cal: It is unsinkable. God himself couldn't sink this ship.
Cal: Where are you going? To him? To be a whore to a gutter rat?
Rose: I'd rather be his whore than your wife
[As Jack sketches her in the nude]
Rose: I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste. I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing.
Jack: He does landscapes.
Molly Brown: Who came up with the name Titanic? Was it you, Bruce?
Ismay: Yes, acutally. 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 of the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you.
Ruth DeWitt Bukater: Tell us of the accommodations in steerage, Mr. Dawson. I hear they're
quite good on this ship.
Jack: The best I've seen, m'am. Hardly any rats.
Jack: I don't know about you, but I intend to write a strongly worded letter to the White Star Line about all this.
Jack: Wait, just let me try and get this out. Rose you're... [pause] I'm not an idiot. I know how the
world works. I've got ten bucks in my pocket and nothing to offer you, and I know that. But I'm too
involved now. You jump, I jump, remember? I can't turn away until I know you'll be alright.
Rose: Well, I'll be fine. Really.
Jack: Really? They've got you trapped Rose and if you're gonna die if you don't break free. Maybe not right away because you're strong, but soon, that fire that I love so much about you Rose, that fire's going to burn out.
Rose: It's not up to you to save me Jack.
Jack: I know, only you can do that.
Benjamin Guggenheim: No thank you. We are dressed in our best and are prepared to go down as gentlemen.
Jack Dawson: You're going to die an old woman, warm in your bed, not here, not tonight.
Tommy Ryan: Music to drown by. Now I know I'm in first class.
Andrews: The pumps will buy you time... but minutes only. From this moment, no matter what we
do, Titanic will founder.
Ismay: But this ship can't sink!
Andrews: She is made of iron, sir. I assure you, she can. And she *will*. It is a mathmatical certainty.
Ruth: I hope the boats aren't too crowded.
[Caledon Hockley smiles.]
Rose: Oh mother, shut up! Don't you understand? The water is freezing and there aren't enogh boats. Not enough by half. Half the people on this ship are going to die.
Caledon: Not the better half.
Rose: You unimaginable bastard!
Cal: You're a good liar.
Jack: Almost as good as you.
Old Rose: I saw my life as if I had 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.
[Looking at a salvaged hand mirror.]
Old Rose: This was mine. How extraordinary! And it looks the same as when I last used it. The reflection's changed a bit though.
Old Rose: 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.
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 which would never come.
Old Rose: A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets. But now you all know there was a man named Jack Dawson, and that he saved me, in every way that a person can be saved.
"I work my way from place to place. Tramp steamers and such. I own my ticked on Titanic here in a lucky hand at poker." ~Jack Dawson