Titanic Quotes

Rose: I am not a foreman in one of your mills that you can command. I am your fiancée.

Cal Hockley: My fian... my fiancée! Yes, you are, and my wife. My wife in practice if not yet by law, so you will honor me. You will honor me the way a wife is required to honor a husband. Because I will not be made a fool, Rose. Is this in any way unclear?

Rose: No.

[Rose shows Jack her engagement ring]

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?

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 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: [with an English accent, siting in the front sit of a car, after honking the horn] Where to, Miss?

Rose: [lowers the divider, whispers into his left ear] To the stars.

Smith: Clear.

Second Officer Charles Herbert Lightoller: Yes. I don't think I've ever seen such a flat calm.

Smith: Like a mill pond, not a breath of wind.

Second Officer Charles Herbert Lightoller: It will make the bergs harder to see... with no breaking water at the base.

Smith: Hmm. Well, I'm off. Mantain speed and heading, Mr. Lightoller.

Second Officer Charles Herbert Lightoller: Yes, sir.

[first lines]

Brock Lovett: Thirteen meters; you should see it.

Brock Lovett: [seeing the shipwreck come into view for the first time] OK; take her up and over the bow rail.

Jack: [leaning on the railing on the starboard side, 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: [about to dance an Irish Jig with many people watching] 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.

[slowly walking up a staircase to the stern as the ship is about to sink]

Male Passenger: Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death...

Jack: You want to walk a little faster through that valley there?

Rose: [looking at the Titanic for the first time] I don't see what all of the fuss is about. It doesn't look any bigger than the Mauritania.

Cal Hockley: You can be blasé about some things, Rose, but not about Titanic. It's over a hundred feet longer than the Mauritania and far more luxurious!

Jack: [to Ruth and other guests dining at their table] 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. 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. I figure life's a gift and I don't intend on wasting it. You don't know what hand you're gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you... to make each day count.

Molly Brown: Well said, Jack.

Jack: [talking privately in the Titanic's gym room] Rose, you're no picnic, all right? You're a spoiled little brat, even, but under that, you're the most amazingly, astounding, wonderful girl, woman that I've ever known...

Rose: Jack, I...

Jack: No, let me try and get this out. You're ama- I'm not an idiot, I know how the world works. I've got ten bucks in my pocket, I have no-nothing to offer you and I know that. I understand. But I'm too involved now. You jump, I jump remember? I can't turn away without knowing you'll be all right... That's all that I want.

Rose: Well, I'm fine... I'll be fine... really.

Jack: 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...

Rose: It's not up to you to save me, Jack.

Jack: You're right... only you can do that.

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: [looking at the Titanic for the first time from the dock] It's a big boat, huh?

Cora Cartmell: Daddy, it's a ship!

Bert Cartmell: You're right.

Ruth: So this is the ship they say is unsinkable.

Cal Hockley: It is unsinkable. God himself could not sink this ship!

Rose: Teach me to ride like a man.

Jack: [speaking with a southern American accent] And chew tobacco like a man.

Rose: [trying to imitate the southern American accent] And spit like a man!

Jack: What, they didn't teach you that in finishing school?

[as Jack sketches her in the nude]

Rose: I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste. I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing.

Jack: [amused by her comment, focusing more on the sketching, denying his blushing, remindering her] He does landscapes.

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?

Ruth: Tell us of the accommodations in steerage, Mr. Dawson. I hear they are quite good on this ship.

Jack: [respectfully, playfully, jokingly] The best I've seen, ma'am. Hardly any rats.

[being offered a lifebelt]

Benjamin Guggenheim: No, thank you. We are dressed in our best and are prepared to go down as gentlemen. But, we would like a brandy.

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.

Ruth: [with other passengers in line behind her] Will the lifeboats be seated according to class? I hope they're not too crowded.

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.

Cal Hockley: Not the better half.

Molly Brown: Come on Ruth, get in the boat. First-class seats are right up here.

Cal Hockley: You know, it's a pity I didn't keep that drawing. It'll be worth a lot more by morning.

Rose: You unimaginable bastard!

Cal Hockley: [after telling Rose there's another lifeboat on the other side of the ship and he and Jack can get on the lifeboat and away from the ship safely] You're a good liar.

Jack: Almost as good as you. There's uh- there's no arrangement is there?

Cal Hockley: [Sarcastically] Oh, there is... Not that you'll benefit from it... I always win, Jack.

[Cal glares at Jack]

Rose: 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've happened to this girl to make her think she had no way out?

Rose: J.J., Madeline, this is Jack Dawson.

Madeleine Astor: How do you do?

Jack: Pleasure.

Astor: Hello, Jack. Are you of the Boston Dawsons?

Jack: No, the, uh, Chippewa Falls Dawsons, actually.

Astor: [confused] Oh yes...

Rose: [thinking both of them will die soon] 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 gonna go on and you're gonna make lots of babies, and you're gonna watch them grow. You're gonna die an old... an old lady warm in her bed, not here, not this night. Not like this, do you understand me?

Rose: I can't feel my body.

Jack: Winning that ticket, Rose, was the best thing that ever happened to me... it brought me to you. And I'm thankful for that, Rose. I'm thankful. You must do me this honor. Promise me you'll survive. That you won't give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, Rose, and never let go of that promise.

Rose: I promise.

Jack: Never let go.

Rose: I'll never let go, Jack. I'll never let go. I promise.

Cal Hockley: [takes money out from his safe and puts it into the inner pockets of his suit jacket, takes the diamond necklace from the safe and puts it into the pocket of his trench coat] I make my own luck.

Lovejoy: [shows his gun opening the right jacket coat] So do I.

[Looking at a salvaged hand mirror]

Old Rose: This was mine. How extraordinary! And it looks the same as it did last time I saw it. The reflection's changed a bit...

[last lines]

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

Rose: Mr. Andrews... I saw the iceberg and I see it in your eyes... please, tell me the truth.

Thomas Andrews: The ship will sink.

Rose: You're certain?

Thomas Andrews: Yes. In an hour or so, all of this will be at the bottom of the Atlantic.

Cal Hockley: What?

Thomas 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.

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.

Thomas Andrews: 'Bout half, actually. Rose, you miss nothing, do you?

[about his silverware during dinner]

Jack: Are these all for me?

Molly Brown: Just start from the outside and work your way in.

Rose: [seeing her standing alone on the highest railing of bow] Hello Jack. I changed my mind.

Jack: [stands onto the same railing she's on, hugs her waist] Shhh. Gimme your hand. Now close your eyes, go on. Now step up. Now hold on to the railing. Keep your eyes closed, don't peek.

Jack: Step up on the railing. Hold on, hold on. Keep your eyes closed. Do you trust me?

Rose: I trust you.

Jack: [Jack opens Rose's arms]

Jack: All right. Open your eyes.

Rose: [gasps in excitement] I'm flying, Jack!

Rose: [gasps in amazement] I'm flying, Jack!

Jack: [Jack starts singing softly into her ear] Come, Josephine, in my flying machine, going up, she goes up, up she goes.

[they kiss]

Lookout Frederick Fleet: [spots an iceberg ahead of the ship and calls into the wheelhouse] PICK UP, YOU BASTARDS!

6th Officer Moody: [comes into the wheelhouse with a cup of tea in hand and answers the phone]

Lookout Frederick Fleet: Is there anyone there?

6th Officer Moody: Yes, what do you see?

Lookout Frederick Fleet: Iceberg, right ahead!

6th Officer Moody: Thank you.

[hangs up phone]

6th Officer Moody: [rushes out to the deck to notify 1st Officer William Murdoch] Iceberg right ahead!

6th Officer Moody, 1st Officer William Murdoch: Hard a'starboard!

[Rose is about to cut Jack free with an axe]

Jack: Wait, wait, wait! Take a couple practice swings over there.

[Rose chops a hole in a cupboard door]

Jack: Good! Now try and hit the same mark again, Rose. You can do it!

[Rose chops again, missing the first hole by about 3 feet]

Jack: Okay, that's enough practice.

Rose: [impressed, after looking at his sketches in his portfolio] You have a gift Jack, you do. You see people.

Jack: I see you.

Rose: And?

Jack: You wouldn't have jumped.

[after Jack "rescues" Rose from her suicide attempt, he holds Lovejoy back to scab some cigarettes]

Lovejoy: You'll want to tie those.

[He points at Jack's boots]

Lovejoy: It's interesting. The young lady slipped so suddenly and you still had time to remove your jacket and your shoes.

Ruth: [getting ready for dinner, tying the straps in the back of Rose's dress] 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 nose bleed.

Jack: [referring to Cal] Do you love him?

Rose: Pardon me?

Jack: [referring to Cal] Do you love him?

Rose: Well, you're being very rude. You shouldn't be asking me this.

Jack: [amused, referring to Cal] 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 just answer the question?

Rose: This is absurd. I don't know you and you don't know me and we are not having this conversation at all. You are rude and uncouth, and presumptuous, and I am leaving now.

Rose: [starts shaking Jack's hand]

Rose: Jack... Mister Dawson, it's been a pleasure. I've sought you out to thank you, and now I have thanked you.

Jack: And even insulted me.

Rose: Well, you deserved it.

Jack: Right.

Rose: Right.

Jack: [Rose is still shaking his hand] I thought you were leaving.

Rose: [turns to leave] I am. You are so annoying.

Jack: Ha, ha.

Rose: [turns back to Jack] Wait, I don't have to leave, this is my part of the ship. You leave.

Jack: Oh ho, ho, well well well, now who's being rude?

[after Jack saves Rose]

Col. Archibald Gracie: Well, the boy's a hero then! Good for you, son. Well done.

[after the first class dinner, Jack gives Rose a note]

Jack: So, you wanna go to a real party?

[Rose throws a dime to Jack]

Rose: As a paying customer, I expect to get what I want.

Bobby Buell: Brock! Brock! There's a satellite call for you.

Brock Lovett: Bobby, we're launching now. See these submersibles going into the water?

[motions to the subs]

Bobby Buell: Trust me, buddy, you wanna take this call.

[nods seriously as Bobby walks towards the satelitte phone]

Brock Lovett: This better be good.

[follows Bobby to the satellite phone]

Bobby Buell: Now, ya gotta speak up, she's kinda old.

Brock Lovett: Great.

[picks up phone]

Brock Lovett: This is Brock Lovett. How can I help you, Mrs...?

[turns to Bobby]

Bobby Buell: Calvert. Rose Calvert.

Brock Lovett: ...Mrs. Calvert?

Old Rose: I was just wondering if you had found the "Heart of the Ocean" yet, Mr. Lovett.

Brock Lovett: [turns to Bobby, completely shocked]

Bobby Buell: Told ya ya wanted to take the call.

Brock Lovett: All right, you have my attention, Rose. Can you tell us who the woman in the picture is?

Old Rose: Oh yes, the woman in the picture is me!

[Old Rose is telling Lovett and his crew about the Titanic]

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.

[Jack and Fabrizio are playing poker in a bar in front of the port]

Jack: All right, the moment of truth. Somebody's life is about to change. Fabrizio?

Fabrizio: [in Italian] I have nothing

Jack: two pairs. I'm sorry, Fabrizio.

Fabrizio: You should be sorry, you bet all our money!

Jack: I'm sorry, you're not gonna see your mom again for a long time, 'cause we're going to America, full house boys! Wohoo!

Jack: Wait! We're passengers! We're passengers!

[flushed and panting, Jack waves the tickets as he and Fabrizio run up the ramp to the 3rd class gangway entrance]

6th Officer Moody: [looks at the tickets as Jack and Fabrizio reach the end of the ramp] Have you been through the inspection queue?

Jack: [lying] Of course! Anyway, we don't have lice, we're Americans.

[motions the tickets back and forth between himself and Fabrizio]

Jack: Both of us.

6th Officer Moody: [nods] Right. Come aboard.

Countess of Rothes: [coming out of her stateroom with a confused look on her face; sees a steward and stops him] Excuse me, why have the engines stopped? I felt a shudder.

Steward #1: [calmly] I shouldn't worry, madam. We've likely thrown a propeller blade, that's the shudder you felt. May I bring you anything?

Countess of Rothes: [is distracted for a moment as Thomas Andrews passes by in a nervous hurry with an armload of the ship's plans under one arm; redirecting her attention back to the steward as he disappears] No, thank you.

[Jack is teaching Rose how to spit]

Rose: Mother! May I introduce Jack Dawson?

Ruth: Charmed, I'm sure.

[Old Rose, voice in off]

Old Rose: The others were gracious and curious about the man who had saved my life. But my mother looked at him like an insect. A dangerous insect, which must be squashed quickly.

[During the first class dinner]

Waiter: How do you take your caviar, sir?

Jack: No caviar for me, thanks. Never did like it much.

[Jack is dancing with Cora]

Jack: I'm gonna dance with her now, all right?

[Looking at Rose]

Jack: Come on.

Rose: What?

Jack: Come on, come with me.

Rose: Jack! Jack, wait. I can't do this.

Jack: We're gonna have to get a little bit closer. Like this.

[Jack looks at Cora]

Jack: You're still my best girl, Cora.

[Rose is drinking black beer, Jack looks at her funny]

Rose: What? Do you think a first class girl can't drink?

[Rose shows Jack the diamond]

Rose: Jack, I want you to draw me like one of your French girls. Wearing this...

Jack: All right.

Rose: Wearing *only* this.

Old Rose: [about Jack drawing her naked] My heart was pounding the whole time. It was the most erotic moment of my life. Up until then, at least.

Lewis Bodine: So what happened next?

Old Rose: You mean, did we "do it"? Sorry to disappoint you Mr. Bodine, but Jack was very professional.

[Jack and Rose are cuddling in the back seat of the car]

Jack: [Implying they're about to have sexual intercourse] Are you nervous?

Rose: No.

[He smiles at her; their fingers intertwining. Rose gently takes Jack's hand and kisses one of his fingers three times. She looks up at him and is silent for a second]

Rose: Put your hands on me, Jack.

[He kisses her and she lies down in the seat, with him on top of her]

Irish Little Boy: What are we doing, mommy?

Irish Mommy: [lying to them to prevent them being scared and panicked] We're just waiting, dear. When they're finished putting first class people in the boat, they'll be starting with us. And we ought to be ready, oughtn't we?

[Irish Girl nods]

[Jack and Rose break a door while the ship is sinking]

Employee: Hey! What do you think you're doing? You'll have to pay for that, you know? That's White Star Line property.

Jack, Rose: Shut up!

[Rose jumps from the saving boat and goes to where Jack is]

Jack: Rose! You're so stupid. Why did you do that, huh? You're so stupid, Rose. Why did you do that? Why?

Rose: You jump, I jump, right?

Jack: Right.

Rose: Oh God! I couldn't go. I couldn't go, Jack.

Jack: It's all right. We'll think of something.

Rose: At least I'm with you.

[the Titanic is about to sink]

Rose: [holding on the railing on the stern] Jack! This is where we first met.

[Talking about Caledon Hockley]

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.

[as the Carpathia is arriving in New York]

Carpathia Steward: Can I take your name, please love?

Rose: Dawson, Rose Dawson.

Musician: What's the use? Nobody's listening to us anyway.

Wallace Hartley: Well, they don't listen to us at dinner either.

Lewis Bodine: She's a goddamn liar! Some nutcase seeking money or publicity, God only knows what. Like that Russian babe, Anesthesia.

[Mistaken name, intentionally kept in the scene]

Lewis Bodine: [walking towards the helicopter with Bobby following behind]

Lewis Bodine: Rose DeWitt Bukater died on the Titanic when she was seventeen, right?

Brock Lovett: That's right.

Lewis Bodine: If she had lived, she'd be over a hundred by now.

Brock Lovett: One-hundred and one next month.

Lewis Bodine: Okay, so she's a very OLD goddamn 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!

Brock Lovett: And everyone who knows about the diamond is supposed to be dead, or on this boat, but she knows!

[addressing stewards who have locked the steerage passengers below decks as the ship is sinking]

Tommy Ryan: You can't keep us locked up in here like animals - the ship's bloody sinking!

Lovejoy: What could possibly be funny?

Cal Hockley: I put the diamond in the coat. And I put the coat on her!

Rose: So you think you're big tough men?

[Rose takes Tommy's cigarette and takes a pull]

Rose: Then let's see you do this. Hold this for me Jack.

[lifts up her dress train]

Rose: Hold it up!

[Rose then slowly rises on her toes to complete a toe-stand]

3rd Class Woman: Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

Rose: [whispering to Jack] Next it will be brandies in the smoking room.

Col. Archibald Gracie: [to everybody] Join me in a brandy, gentlemen?

Rose: [whispering to Jack] Now they will retreat into a cloud of smoke and congratulate each other on being masters of the universe.

Fabrizio: [deleted scene] Helga, you come with me now. I am very lucky is my destiny to go to America please.

[kiss]

Fabrizio: Come.

Helga Dahl: [pulls back] I'm sorry.

Fabrizio: I will never forget you.

Molly Brown: Do you have the slightest comprehension of what you're getting into?

Jack: Not really.

Molly Brown: Well, you're about to fall into the snake pit... what are you planning to wear?

[nods at the clothes Jack has on. He looks down and shrugs]

Molly Brown: I thought so. Come on.

Jack: [deleted scenes] I never cared too much for all that Dadaism and Cubism. Just had no heart.

Rose: I like some of it.

Jack: Really? For me Paris was more about living on the streets and trying to put it on paper.

Rose: You know, my dream has always been to run away and become an artist, Living in a garrett poor but free!

Jack: You wouldn't last 2 days. Theres no hot water and hardly any caviar.

Rose: [as she looks through the sketches in his portfolio] You liked this woman. You used her several times.

Jack: Well, she has beautiful hands, see?

Rose: I think you must have had a love affair with her.

Jack: No no no, just with her hands.

[turns page]

Jack: She was a one-legged prostitute. See? Ah, she had a good sense of humour though.

Jack: There's, uh, there's no arrangement is there?

Cal Hockley: No, there is. Not that you'll benefit much from it. I always win Jack, one way or another.

Jack: [referring to being wrongfully accused of stealing the diamond necklace, when Lovejoy put the diamond necklace in Jack's pocket] Rose! How did you find out I didn't do it?

Rose: I didn't. I just realized I already knew.

Thomas Andrews: Mr. Lightoller, why are the boats being launched half full?

Second Officer Charles Herbert Lightoller: Not now, Mr. Andrews.

Thomas Andrews: Look, 20 or so in a boat built for 65? And I saw one boat with only 12, 12!

Second Officer Charles Herbert Lightoller: Well, we weren't sure of the weight, Mr. Andrews. These boats may buckle.

Thomas Andrews: Rubbish! They were tested in Belfast with the weight of 70 men! Now, fill these boats, Mr. Lightoller, for God's sake, man!

Second Officer Charles Herbert Lightoller: Please, I need more women and children, please!

[Rose is telling the story of how she and Jack met]

Lewis Bodine: Wait a second. You were going to kill youself by jumping off of the Titanic?

[laughing hysterically]

Lewis Bodine: All you had to do was wait two days!

Smith: [rushing to the helm after the iceberg strike] What was that, Mr. Murdoch?

1st Officer William Murdoch: An iceberg, sir. I put a hard a'starboard and ran the engines full astern, but it was too close. I tried to port 'round it, but she hit and the...

Smith: Close the watertight doors.

1st Officer William Murdoch: The doors are closed, sir.

Smith: [walking on deck] All stop!

[to Murdoch]

Smith: Find the carpenter. Get him to sound the ship.

1st Officer William Murdoch: Yes, sir!

Ismay: [Andrews enters room with crew behind him; he lays out architectural drawings on table, with Ismay behind him] Most unfortunate, captain!

Thomas Andrews: [perspiring and trembling] Water... fourteen feet above the keel in ten minutes. In the forepeak, in all three holds and in the boiler room six.

Ismay: When can we get underway, damnit!

Thomas Andrews: That's five compartments! She can stay afloat with the first four compartments breached, but not five!

[tersely to Smith]

Thomas Andrews: 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 opened the doors...

Thomas Andrews: [interrupting] The pumps buy you time, but minutes only. From this moment, no matter what we do, Titanic will founder.

Ismay: [incredulously] But this ship can't sink!

Thomas Andrews: She's made of iron, sir! I assure you, she can... and she will. It is a mathematical certainty.

Smith: How much time?

Thomas Andrews: An hour... two at most.

Smith: And how many aboard, Mr. Murdoch?

1st Officer William Murdoch: 2,200 souls on board, sir.

Smith: [turning to Ismay] Well, I believe you may get your headlines, Mr. Ismay.

Ismay: So you've not yet lit the last four boilers?

Smith: No, I don't see the need. We are making excellent time.

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!

Smith: Mr. Ismay, I would prefer not to push the engines until they've been properly run in.

Ismay: Of course, I'm just a passenger. I leave it to your good offices to decide what's best. But what a glorious end 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, eh E.J.?

Ismay: [Smith nods reluctantly] Good man.

Lewis Bodine: [narrating an animated sequence of the Titanic's sinking on a TV monitor] 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 then E deck. So now as the bow goes down, the stern rises up. Slow at first, then faster and faster until finally she's got her whole ass sticking up in the air - And that's a big ass, we're talking 20-30,000 tons. Okay? And the hull's not designed to deal with that pressure, so what happens? "KRRRRRRKKK!" 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 2:20am two hours and forty minutes after the collision. The bow section planes away, landing about half a mile away going about 20-30 knots when it hits the ocean floor. "BOOM, PLCCCCCGGG!"... Pretty cool, huh?

Old Rose: Thank you for that fine forensic analysis, Mr. Bodine. Of course, the experience of it was... somewhat different.

Rose: [to Jack] When the ship docks, I'm getting off with you.

Jack: This is crazy.

Rose: I know. It doesn't make any sense. That's why I trust it

[Jack and Rose start making out]

[scoffs as Rose's paintings are being unpacked]

Cal Hockley: God, not those finger paintings again. They certainly were a waste of money.

Rose: The difference between Cal's taste in art and mine is that I have some. They're fascinating. It's like being inside a dream or something. There's truth but no logic.

Trudy Bolt: What's the artist's name?

Rose: Something Picasso.

Cal Hockley: [scoffs] Something Picasso? He won't amount to a thing.

[pause]

Cal Hockley: He won't, trust me. At least they were cheap.

Robert Hitchins: You don't understand. If we go back, they'll swamp the boat, they'll pull us right down, I'm tellin' you!

Molly Brown: Knock it off. You're scaring me. C'mon girls! Grab an oar, let's go!

Robert Hitchins: Are you out of your mind? We're in the middle of the North Atlantic! Now do you people want to live, or do you want to die?

Molly Brown: I don't understand a one of you. What's the matter with ya? It's your men out there! There's plenty o' room for more!

Robert Hitchins: And there'll be one less on this boat, if you don't shut that hole in your face!

Robert Hitchins: [deleted scene] C'mon, pull! Pull!

Smith: [Over brass megaphone] Come back! Come back to the ship! Boat 6, come back to the ship!

Molly Brown: [to other rowers] Stop! We have to go back!

Robert Hitchins: No. The suction will pull us down if we don't keep going.

Molly Brown: We've lots more room! I say we go back.

Robert Hitchins: No! It's our lives now, not theirs. And I'm in charge of this boat, madam! Now *row*!

Smith: This is the captain! This is the captain! Come back!

[pause]

Smith: The fools.

Lewis Bodine: [as he and Mr. Lovett stare in astonishment as Cal's sunken safe] Oh baby, baby, are you seein' this, boss?

Brock Lovett: It's pay day, boys.

Master at Arms: [Rose has just lied about how she "slipped" while leaning over the rail to see the propellers and that Jack saved her] Was that the way of it?

Jack: Yeah. Yeah, that was pretty much shit.

Rose: Staring up at the sky, Look. It's so beautiful. SO vast and endless. They're so small. My crowd, they think they're giants. They're not even dust in Gods eyes.

Jack: Well, there's been a mistake. You're not one of them. You got mailed to the wrong address.

Rose: Laughs, I did, didn't I? LOOK, a shooting star!

Jack: It was a long one. You know, my Pop's used to tell me, every time he saw one, it was a soul going to heaven.

Rose: I like that. Are we supposed to wish on it?

Jack: Why? What would you wish for?

Rose: Something I can't have.

Rose: [Rose sees the lifeboat come back to look for survivors] Jack...

[she shakes his hand, trying to get his attention]

Rose: Jack... Jack...

[she looks back at the lifeboat]

Rose: Jack, there's a boat! Jack...

[her smile begins to fade as she realized he has passed away. She shakes his hand again]

Rose: Jack, Jack...

[she shakes his hand with more urgency]

Rose: JACK!

[she begins to sob]

Rose: Jack?

[she's realizing its in vain]

Rose: There's a boat, Jack...

Rose: [She and Jack have just made love in the backseat of the car. He is exhausted and breathing heavily. She puts her hand to his face and caresses it] You're trembling.

Jack: [Panting] Don't worry. I'll be all right.

[He smiles, leans toward Rose and kisses her. They look at each other, and Rose brings Jack's head down to her level; finally kissing his temple. As she holds him, he gently lays down on her chest. She strokes his hair and face as he continues to catch his breath]

Rose: The last thing I need is another portrait of me looking like a porcelain doll

[she holds up a dime]

Rose: as a paying customer I expect to get what I want

[she takes off her robe and Jack looks surprised and nervously at the same time and he sits up]

Jack: [points towards the cushion covered couch] Over on the bed... the couch.

Brock Lovett: [talks to himself out loud while holding his camera] It still gets me every time... to see the sad ruin of the great ship sitting here, where she landed at 2:30 in the morning, April 15, 1912, after her long fall from the world above.

Lewis Bodine: [snickers] You are so full of shit, Boss!

[they both crack up]

1st Officer William Murdoch: Stop pushing! Stay back!

Tommy Ryan: Will you give us a chance to live, you limey bastard?

1st Officer William Murdoch: I'll shoot any man that tries to get past me! Get back!

Tommy Ryan: Bastard!

1st Officer William Murdoch: Get Back!

Cal Hockley: We had a deal, damn you!

1st Officer William Murdoch: [throws a pack of money Cal had used to bribe him earlier] Your money can't save you any more than it can save me. Get Back!

Rose: Mr Andrews? Mr Andrews? Thank God! Where would the master of arms take someone under arrest?

Thomas Andrews: What? You have to get to a lifeboat right away!

Rose: No! I'm doing this with or without your help sir. But without will take longer.

Thomas Andrews: Take the elevator to the very bottom, then go to the left, down the crewman passage, then go right, then left again at the stairs and you'll come to a long corridor.

Cal Hockley: We'll both have the lamb, medium-rare with very little mint sauce.

[to Rose]

Cal Hockley: You like lamb, don't you sweet-pea?

[Rose smiles sarcastically]

Molly Brown: You gonna cut her meat for her, too, Cal?

Ismay: Do you know who I am?

Fifth Officer Lowe: You're a passenger and I'm a ship bloody officer! NOW DO AS YOU'RE TOLD!

Cal Hockley: [Rose is getting ready for bed when Cal walks in unannounced] I know you've been melancholy. I don't pretend to know why.

[he walks over, produces a gift box and closes Rose's music box while he's at it]

Cal Hockley: I intended to save this until the engagement gala next week but I thought tonight.

[Cal opens the gift box and inside is a stunning diamond necklace]

Rose: Good gracious.

Cal Hockley: [chuckles] Perhaps as a reminder of my feelings for you.

Rose: Is it a...?

Cal Hockley: Diamond? Yes.

[he takes it out and puts it on Rose]

Cal Hockley: 56 carats to be exact. It was worn by Louis XVI and they called it "Le Coeur de la Mer".

[together with Rose]

Cal Hockley: "The Heart of the Ocean".

Rose: "The Heart of the Ocean".

Cal Hockley: Yes.

[impressed that she knew that]

Rose: It's overwhelming.

Cal Hockley: Well, it's for royalty. We are royalty, Rose. You know, there's nothing I couldn't give you. There's nothing I'd deny you... if you'd not deny me. Oh, open your heart to me, Rose.

Cal Hockley: Where are you going? To him? What, to be a whore to a gutter rat?

Rose: I'd rather be his whore than your wife.

Ruth: Tell us of the accomodations in steerage, Mr. Dawson. I hear they're quite good on the ship.

Jack: The best I've seen, Ma'am. Hardly any rats.

[laughter from the table]

Cal Hockley: Mr. Dawson is joining us from the Third Class. He was of some assistance to my fiancée last night.

Rose: It turns out that Mr. Dawson is quite a fine artist. He was kind enough to show me some of us work today.

Cal Hockley: Rose and I differ somewhat in our opinion of fine art...

[to Jack]

Cal Hockley: Not to impune you work, sir.

Jack: [Jack shrugs it off as no offense; Jack looks down at his utensils, confused as which to use, he turns to Molly Brown] Are these all for me?

Molly Brown: Just start from the outside and work your way in.

Ismay: He has every rivet in it, don't you, Thomas?

Rose: Your ship is a wonder, Mr. Andrews, truly.

Thomas Andrews: Thank you, Rose.

Waiter: [to Jack] How do you take your caviar, sir?

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 RMS 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 Titanic here in a lucky hand of poker, a very lucky hand.

Col. Archibald Gracie: All life is a game of luck.

Cal Hockley: A real man makes his own luck, Archie. Right, Dawson.

Jack: Mm-hmm.

Ruth: And you find that sort of rootless 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 going to happen or...

[Eating of piece of bread]

Jack: ... 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 the waiter]

Jack: I'll take some more of that.

[Back to the table]

Jack: I figured life's a gift and I don't intend on wasting it. You never know what hand you're gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you.

[Seeing Cal getting ready to light up a cigarette, he throws Cal his lighter]

Jack: Here you go, Cal.

[Back to the table]

Jack: To make each day count.

Molly Brown: Well said, Jack.

Col. Archibald Gracie: Here, here.

Rose: [Raising her glass for a toast] To making it count.

[the table joins in on the toast]

Old Rose: 1500 people went into the sea when Titanic sank from under us. There were 20 boats floating nearby and only one came back, one. Six were saved from the water, myself included. Six out of 1500. Afterward, the 700 people in the boats had nothing to, but wait, wait to die, wait to live, wait for an absolution that would never come.

[the 700 survivors in the boats are shown, looking mentally and emotionally beaten, as they make their way to the Carpathia; On the Carpathia, Cal comes down to the steerage deck, looking for Rose]

Carpathia Steward: Sir, I don't think you'll find any of your people down here. It's all steerage.

[He walks on by ignoring him]

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

Carpathia Steward: [the Carpathia rides by the Statue of Liberty, with Rose looking up at her] Can I take your name, please, love.

Rose: [Turing to him] Dawson. Rose Dawn.

Carpathia Steward: [after writing it down] Thank you.

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 before, not to anyone...

[to Lizzie]

Old Rose: ... Not even your Grandfather.

[to the whole group]

Old Rose: 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 a person can be saved. I don't even have a picture of him. He exists now... only in my memory.

Bruce Ismay: Most unfortunate, Captain.

Thomas Andrews: [rolls out a blueprint of the Titanic] Water, fourteen feet above the keel in ten minutes, in the forepeak, in all three hulls, and in Boiler Room Six.

1st Officer Murdoch: That's right, sir.

Bruce Ismay: When can we get underway, damn it?

Thomas Andrews: That's five compartments! She can stay afloat with the first four compartments breached, but not five. Not five. As she goes down by the bow, 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.

Captain Smith: The pumps. If we open the...

Thomas Andrews: The pumps buy you time, but minutes only. From this moment, no matter what we do, Titanic will founder.

Bruce Ismay: But this ship can't sink.

Thomas Andrews: She's made of iron, sir. I assure you, she can, and she will. It is a mathematical certainty.

Captain Smith: How much time?

Thomas Andrews: [long pause] An hour. Two, at most.

Captain Smith: And how many aboard, Mr. Murdoch?

1st Officer Murdoch: 2,200 souls on board, sir.

Captain Smith: [turns to Ismay] Well, I believe you may get your headlines, Mr. Ismay.

Thomas Andrews: Mr. Lightoller! Why are the boats being launched half full?

2nd Officer Lightoller: Not now, Mr. Andrews.

Thomas Andrews: [points to a departing lifeboat] There, look. Twenty or so in a boat built for 65? And I saw one boat with only twelve. Twelve!

2nd Officer Lightoller: Well, we weren't sure of the weight, Mr. Andrews. These boats may buckle.

Thomas Andrews: Rubbish. They were tested in Belfast with the weight of seventy men! Now, fill these boats, Mr. Lightoller, for God's sake, man!

2nd Officer Lightoller: [turns to look at the departing lifeboat; turns back to the crowd] Please! I need more women and children, please!

[Captain Smith writes coordinates down on a piece of paper]

Harold Bride: CQD, sir?

Captain Smith: That's right, CQD, the distress call.

[hands the paper to Bride]

Captain Smith: That's our position.

[Bride reads the coordinates; Smith removes his hat]

Captain Smith: Tell whoever responds that we're going down by the bow and need immediate assistance.

[Smith puts his hat back on and leaves the radio room; Bride's associate looks at him in horror]

Harold Bride: Blimey!

[Bride puts on his headphones, turns on the radio and starts sending the distress call]

Frederick Fleet: Oy, mate... that was a close shave.

Lookout Lee: Smell ice, can you? Bleedin' Christ!

Molly Brown: [Deleted Scene] How about a little ice?

[the large iceberg passes by the window in the background]