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Titanic (1997)

Jack: [to Ruth and other guests dining at their table] Well, yes, ma'am, I exercise... I hateful, I got everything I demand right hither with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I hateful, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's gonna happen or, who I'm gonna run across, where I'1000 gonna wind upwardly. Simply the other night I was sleeping under a span and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I effigy life'southward a souvenir 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.

Rose: [thinking both of them will die before long] I love you, Jack.

Jack: Don't y'all do that, don't say your good-byes. Not yet, practice y'all understand me?

Rose: I'm so cold.

Jack: Listen, Rose. You're gonna get out of here, you're gonna keep and you're gonna brand lots of babies, and you lot're gonna watch them grow. You're gonna dice an old... an old lady warm in her bed, non hither, not this nighttime. Not like this, practice you understand me?

Rose: I can't experience my torso.

Jack: Winning that ticket, Rose, was the best thing that e'er happened to me... information technology brought me to yous. And I'thou thankful for that, Rose. I'thousand thankful. Yous must do me this honor. Promise me you lot'll survive. That you lot won't give up, no affair what happens, no affair how hopeless. Promise me now, Rose, and never permit become of that hope.

Rose: I promise.

Jack: Never permit go.

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

Jack: [with an English language 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.

[Rose shows Jack the diamond]

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

Jack: All right.

Rose: Wearing *merely* this.

Jack: Don't do it.

Rose: Stay back! Don't come up any closer!

Jack: Come up on, but give me your mitt. I'll pull you back over.

Rose: No, stay where y'all are! I hateful it! I'll let get!

Jack: [He approaches slowly, gesturing to his cigarette to show that he is budgeted merely to throw information technology over the side into the sea] No, you won't.

Rose: What do yous hateful, "No, I won't"? Don't presume to tell me what I volition and will not do, you don't know me!

Jack: Well, you lot woulda done information technology already.

Rose: Y'all're distracting me! Go away!

Jack: I can't. I'm involved now. You let go, and I'm, I'm 'onna take to jump in there after you.

Rose: Don't be absurd. You'd be killed!

Jack: I'm a good swimmer.

Rose: The autumn alone would kill yous.

Jack: It would hurt. I'thousand non saying information technology wouldn't. Tell you the truth, I'm a lot more concerned well-nigh that water being and then cold.

[break. She looks downwards at the water. Jack is slowly removing his boots]

Rose: How cold?

Jack: Freezing. Possibly a couple degrees over. Y'all ever, uh, yous 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 child, me and my male parent, we went ice fishing out on Lake Wissota. Water ice fishing is, you know, where yous...

Rose: I know what ice angling is!

Jack: Sorry. You lot merely seem similar, you know, kind of an indoor girl. Anyway, I, uh, I fell through some thin ice; and I'm telling you, h2o that common cold, like right downwardly in that location...

[He gestures with his chin downwardly toward the Atlantic Ocean]

Jack: ... it hits you lot like a thousand knives stabbing you all over your body. You tin can't breathe. You lot tin't think. At least, not most anything simply the pain. Which is why I'm not looking forrad to jumping in at that place after you.

[They exchange glances]

Jack: Like I said, I don't take a choice. I judge I'm kinda hoping you'll come back over the railing, an' get me off the hook here.

Rose: You're crazy.

Jack: That'south what everybody says but, with all due respect, Miss, I'k non the one hanging off the back of a ship hither. Come on. C'mon, give me your manus. You don't want to do this.

[She reaches her mitt 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'one thousand gonna have to get you to write that i downwardly.

[as Jack sketches her in the nude]

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

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

Lewis Bodine: We never found anything on Jack... there'due south no record of him at all.

Former Rose: No, at that place wouldn't be, would at that place? And I've never spoken of him until now... Not to anyone... Non even your grandfather... A woman's center 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 motion-picture show of him. He exists now... only in my retention.

[as the Carpathia is arriving in New York]

Carpathia Steward: Tin can I have your proper name, please love?

Rose: Dawson, Rose Dawson.

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

Rose: Pardon me?

Jack: [referring to Cal] Practise you lot love him?

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

Jack: [amused, referring to Cal] Well, it's a elementary question. Do you dearest the guy or not?

Rose: This is not a suitable chat.

Jack: Why can't you simply answer the question?

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

Rose: [starts shaking Jack's paw]

Rose: Jack... Mister Dawson, it'due south been a pleasure. I've sought y'all out to give thanks you, and now I have thanked you lot.

Jack: And fifty-fifty insulted me.

Rose: Well, you deserved information technology.

Jack: Right.

Rose: Right.

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

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

Jack: Ha, ha.

Rose: [turns back to Jack] Look, I don't take to leave, this is my role of the send. You go out.

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

Jack: [yelling, standing on the bow with his artillery stretched outwards] I'm the male monarch of the earth!

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

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

Rose: Jack... Jack...

[she looks back at the lifeboat]

Rose: Jack, there'south 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'south a boat, Jack...

Rose: I know what you lot must be thinking. "Poor little rich girl, what does she know about misery?"

Jack: No, no, that's non what I was thinking. What I was thinking was, what could've happened to this daughter to brand her think she had no style out?

Jack: [jokingly, whispering to Rose as she lies on top of floating door] I don't know about yous, but I intend to write a strongly worded alphabetic character to the White Star Line about all of this.

Jack: [leaning on the railing on the starboard side, waving to people as the Titanic sets off] Farewell!

Fabrizio: You lot know somebody?

Jack: Of course non! That's not the point! Goodbye, I'll miss you!

Fabrizio: Goodbye! I'm gonna never forget you!

Old Rose: [to Brock, Lizzy, and Brock'due south staff] It'due south been 84 years, and I can still smell the fresh paint. The cathay had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called the Send of Dreams, and it was. It *really* was...

[the Titanic is well-nigh to sink]

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

Jack: [to Rose as he kisses her hand at the bottom of the grand starway] I saw that in a nickelodeon in one case and I always wanted to practise it.

Cal Hockley: [afterward telling Rose there's some other lifeboat on the other side of the ship and he and Jack can get on the lifeboat and away from the ship safely] Y'all're a practiced liar.

Jack: Almost every bit good as you. There's uh- there'south no arrangement is at that place?

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

[Cal glares at Jack]

[Jack and Rose suspension a door while the send is sinking]

Employee: Hey! What do y'all remember yous're doing? You'll have to pay for that, you lot know? That'due south White Star Line property.

Jack,Rose: Shut up!

Rose: [seeing her continuing alone on the highest railing of bow] Howdy Jack. I changed my heed.

Jack: [stands onto the aforementioned railing she'due south on, hugs her waist] Shhh. Gimme your hand. Now close your optics, go on. At present step upwards. At present concur on to the railing. Keep your eyes closed, don't peek.

Jack: Step up on the railing. Hold on, agree on. Keep your eyes closed. Do y'all trust me?

Rose: I trust you lot.

Jack: [Jack opens Rose's arms]

Jack: All right. Open your eyes.

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

Rose: [gasps in anaesthesia] I'k flying, Jack!

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

[they buss]

Tommy Ryan: [running with Jack and Fabrizio to observe a lifeboat] Music to drown by. At present I know I'm in first class.

Rose: Mr. Andrews... I saw the iceberg and I run across information technology in your eyes... please, tell me the truth.

Thomas Andrews: The ship will sink.

Rose: Y'all're certain?

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

Cal Hockley: What?

Thomas Andrews: Delight, tell only who you must. I don't want to be responsible for a panic. And get to a gunkhole speedily, don't look. You lot remember what I told yous about the boats?

Rose: Yes... I understand.

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 so, at to the lowest degree.

Lewis Bodine: And so what happened adjacent?

Former Rose: You hateful, did we "do it"? Pitiful to disappoint y'all Mr. Bodine, but Jack was very professional.

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... 14 feet above the keel in x minutes. In the forepeak, in all three holds and in the banality room six.

Ismay: When tin we get underway, damnit!

Thomas Andrews: That'southward 5 compartments! She tin can stay afloat with the first iv compartments breached, but not five!

[tersely to Smith]

Thomas Andrews: Not five. Every bit she goes downward past the head, the water will spill over the tops of the bulkheads at East deck from 1 to the side by side. Back and back. At that place's no stopping it.

Smith: The pumps... if we opened the doors...

Thomas Andrews: [interrupting] The pumps purchase you time, but minutes simply. From this moment, no matter what we practise, 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 about.

Smith: And how many aboard, Mr. Murdoch?

1st Officeholder William Murdoch: two,200 souls on board, sir.

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

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

Rose: Oh female parent, shut up! Don't you sympathize? The water is freezing and in that location aren't enough boats. Not enough by half. Half the people on this transport are going to dice.

Cal Hockley: Not the better one-half.

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

Cal Hockley: You know, it'southward a pity I didn't keep that drawing. Information technology'll exist worth a lot more than by forenoon.

Rose: Yous unimaginable bounder!

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

Lewis Bodine: Expect a 2nd. You lot were going to kill youself by jumping off of the Titanic?

[laughing hysterically]

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

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

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

Rose: You lot spring, I jump, right?

Jack: Right.

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

Jack: It'due south all correct. Nosotros'll recollect of something.

Rose: At least I'm with yous.

[Rose shows Jack her engagement ring]

Jack: God! Look at that thing! You would've gone directly to the lesser.

Rose: [letting become of Jack'due south manus] I'll never let go, Jack. I promise.

[she kisses his hand and watches him sink, near falling autonomously before she finally climbs back into the water to phone call the lifeboat back]

Jack: [talking privately in the Titanic's gym room] Rose, you're no picnic, all right? Y'all're a spoiled little brat, even, but nether that, you lot're the nearly amazingly, phenomenal, wonderful girl, woman that I've e'er known...

Rose: Jack, I...

Jack: No, permit me try and go this out. Yous're ama- I'm non an idiot, I know how the earth works. I've got ten bucks in my pocket, I have no-zilch to offer you and I know that. I understand. But I'k likewise involved now. You leap, I jump call up? I tin can't turn away without knowing you lot'll be all right... That's all that I want.

Rose: Well, I'1000 fine... I'll be fine... really.

Jack: Really? I don't remember and so. They've got you trapped, Rose. And you're gonna die if you don't break free. Maybe not right away because y'all're strong simply... sooner or afterward that fire that I dearest about you, Rose... that fire'southward gonna burn out...

Rose: Information technology'southward not upward to you to save me, Jack.

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

Thomas Andrews: [having broken his promise to Rose] I'm sad that I didn't build you a stronger ship, young Rose.

[Rose is nigh to cut Jack gratis with an axe]

Jack: Wait, expect, wait! Take a couple practice swings over at that place.

[Rose chops a hole in a closet door]

Jack: Good! At present endeavor and hitting the aforementioned mark once more, Rose. You can practice it!

[Rose chops again, missing the first hole by virtually iii feet]

Jack: Okay, that's enough practice.

[Jack is dancing with Cora]

Jack: I'1000 gonna trip the light fantastic with her at present, all right?

[Looking at Rose]

Jack: Come on.

Rose: What?

Jack: Come up on, come with me.

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

Jack: We're gonna take to go a little bit closer. Like this.

[Jack looks at Cora]

Jack: You're notwithstanding my all-time girl, Cora.

Wallace Hartley: [the band has finished playing, and Hartley tells the band that they may get for the boats. He remains backside and starts to play "Nearer My God To Thee". One by one the band comes back and plays as the scenes change. when the tune finishes, the water is about to eat them] Gentlemen. Information technology has been a privilege playing with you this night.

[Looking at a salvaged hand mirror]

Old Rose: This was mine. How extraordinary! And it looks the aforementioned as it did concluding time I saw information technology. The reflection'south changed a scrap...

Lewis Bodine: [narrating an animated sequence of the Titanic'south sinking on a TV monitor] Okay here nosotros go. She hits the berg on the starboard side, correct? She kind of bumps along punching holes like Morse lawmaking, 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 and so Due east deck. Then at present 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'south a big ass, nosotros're talking xx-thirty,000 tons. Okay? And the hull's not designed to deal with that pressure level, then what happens? "KRRRRRRKKK!" She splits. Right down to the keel. And the stern falls back level. And then every bit the bow sinks it pulls the stern vertical so finally detaches. Now the stern section only kind of bobs at that place like a cork for a couple of minutes, floods and finally goes nether nigh ii:20am 2 hours and forty minutes after the collision. The bow department planes away, landing about half a mile away going about 20-thirty knots when information technology hits the bounding main floor. "Blast, PLCCCCCGGG!"... Pretty cool, huh?

Sometime Rose: Thanks for that fine forensic analysis, Mr. Bodine. Of course, the feel of information technology was... somewhat unlike.

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 schoolhouse?

Erstwhile Rose: [to Brock, Lizzy, and Brock's staff] I saw my whole life as if I'd already lived it. An endless parade of parties and cotillions, yachts and polo matches. Ever the same narrow people, the same mindless chatter. I felt like I was standing at a slap-up precipice, with no one to pull me dorsum, no one who cared... or even noticed...

Brock Lovett: [Lewis, to old Rose, Lizzy and the rest of his staff] 26 years of experience working against him. He figures anything big plenty to sink the send they're gonna see in time to plough. The ship's as well big with too small a rudder. It doesn't corner worth a damn. Everything he knows is wrong.

Bobby Buell: Brock! Brock! There's a satellite phone 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 accept this call.

[nods seriously as Bobby walks towards the satelitte phone]

Brock Lovett: This better be skilful.

[follows Bobby to the satellite phone]

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

Brock Lovett: Great.

[picks upwardly phone]

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

[turns to Bobby]

Bobby Buell: Calvert. Rose Calvert.

Brock Lovett: ...Mrs. Calvert?

Old Rose: I was just wondering if y'all had found the "Heart of the Sea" nevertheless, Mr. Lovett.

Brock Lovett: [turns to Bobby, completely shocked]

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

Brock Lovett: All right, you lot have my attending, Rose. Tin can you tell us who the adult female in the picture is?

Onetime Rose: Oh yes, the adult female in the picture is me!

[Talking about Caledon Hockley]

Old Rose: That's the terminal time I ever saw him. He married, of form. And inherited his millions. But the crash of '29 hit his interests hard, and he put a pistol in his mouth that year. Or then I read.

Rose: [virtually to dance an Irish Jig with many people watching] I don't know the steps!

Jack: Neither exercise I! Just go with information technology!

Rose: It's and then unfair.

Ruth: Of form information technology'southward unfair. We're women. Our choices are never easy.

Molly Brown: [to the group who are dining at the same table] Hey, uh, who idea of the proper name Titanic? Was it you lot, Bruce?

Ismay: Aye, really. I wanted to convey sheer size, and size means stability, luxury, and above all, strength.

Rose: Do yous know of Dr. Freud, Mr. Ismay? His ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be of detail interest to you.

Ruth: [whispering] What's gotten into y'all?

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 get-go minding what she reads from now on, won't I, Mrs. Brown?

Ismay: Freud? Who is he? Is he a rider?

Ruth: [getting ready for dinner, tying the straps in the back of Rose's dress] Y'all are non to come across that boy over again. Do yous sympathise me? Rose, I forbid it.

Rose: Oh stop it, mother. You lot'll requite yourself a nose drain.

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

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

Rose: No.

[He smiles at her; their fingers intertwining. Rose gently takes Jack's paw and kisses 1 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 meridian of her]

Father Byles: [Near tears himself as he desperately clings to to the ship with one hand, while even so holding onto the hands of the praying passengers with his other hand] And God shall wipe away all the tears from their eyes; and in that location shall be no more expiry; neither shall at that place exist sorrow or crying; neither shall there be anymore pain, for the former world has passed abroad.

Rose: [impressed, later on looking at his sketches in his portfolio] Yous take a souvenir Jack, you practice. You come across people.

Jack: I see you.

Rose: And?

Jack: You wouldn't have jumped.

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 offset making out]

[Jack is educational activity Rose how to spit]

Rose: Mother! May I introduce Jack Dawson?

Ruth: Overjoyed, I'one thousand certain.

[Former Rose, voice in off]

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

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

Rose: What? Do y'all think a commencement grade girl can't drink?

Molly Brownish: Do you take the slightest comprehension of what you're getting into?

Jack: Not really.

Molly Brown: Well, yous're nearly to fall into the snake pit... what are you planning to vesture?

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

Molly Dark-brown: I thought so. Come on.

Rose: [She and Jack have only made dearest in the backseat of the auto. He is exhausted and breathing heavily. She puts her hand to his face up and caresses it] You lot're trembling.

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

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

Ruth: Tell united states of america 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.

Fifth Officer Lowe: [having encountered a mother belongings her baby, both frozen to decease in the water] Nosotros waited likewise long.

Fabrizio: [standing with Jack on the bow] I tin can see the Statue of Liberty already; very pocket-size, of form!

Jack: [referring to being wrongfully defendant of stealing the diamond necklace, when Lovejoy put the diamond necklace in Jack'south pocket] Rose! How did yous notice out I didn't do it?

Rose: I didn't. I only 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: Expect, 20 or and then in a boat built for 65? And I saw i 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 seventy men! At present, fill these boats, Mr. Lightoller, for God's sake, man!

2d Officer Charles Herbert Lightoller: Please, I demand more than women and children, delight!

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

[she holds upwards 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 fourth dimension and he sits up]

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

[being offered a lifebelt]

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

5th Officeholder Lowe: [shouting, using his flashlight to look for survivors] Is there anyone alive out there? Tin can anyone hear me?

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

Lovejoy: You'll want to tie those.

[He points at Jack'south boots]

Lovejoy: Information technology's interesting. The immature lady slipped so all of a sudden and you still had time to remove your jacket and your shoes.

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

Jack: So, yous wanna go to a existent party?

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

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

Fabrizio: [in Italian] I have nothing

Jack: ii pairs. I'm sad, Fabrizio.

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

Jack: I'm sorry, you're non gonna see your mom again for a long time, 'cause we're going to America, full house boys! Wohoo!

Musician: What's the use? Nobody's listening to usa anyhow.

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

Lovejoy: What could mayhap exist funny?

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

Robert Hitchins: You don't sympathize. If we go dorsum, they'll swamp the boat, they'll pull u.s.a. right down, I'm tellin' yous!

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

Robert Hitchins: Are you out of your mind? We're in the middle of the North Atlantic! At present do y'all people want to live, or exercise you desire to die?

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

Robert Hitchins: And there'll exist one less on this gunkhole, if yous don't close that hole in your face!

Tommy Ryan: That's typical. First course dogs come down hither to accept a shite.

Jack: That'southward so we know where we rank in the scheme of things.

Tommy Ryan: Like we could forget.

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

[flushed and panting, Jack waves the tickets as he and Fabrizio stitch the ramp to the tertiary class gangway entrance]

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

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

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

Jack: Both of us.

sixth Officer Moody: [nods] Right. Come aboard.

Jack: [stepping into the water for the starting time fourth dimension, surprised by the common cold feeling, later Rose rescues him] Oh shit this is cold! Shit, shit, shit.

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

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

Rose: Then let's see yous practice this. Agree this for me Jack.

[lifts up her dress train]

Rose: Concord it up!

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

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

Rose: [whispering to Jack] Side by side 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 deject of fume and congratulate each other on existence masters of the universe.

Jack: [to Rose, afterwards showing her his art portfolio] That'southward ane of the practiced things near Paris: lots of girls willing to have their apparel off.

[terminal lines]

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

[nigh his silverware during dinner]

Jack: Are these all for me?

Molly Brown: Merely start from the exterior and work your way in.

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

Jack: Well, she has beautiful easily, meet?

Rose: I recall 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. Come across? Ah, she had a proficient humor though.

Irish gaelic Mommy: And so they lived, happily together for 3-hundred years. In the land of Tír na nÓg, of eternal youth and beauty.

[scoffs as Rose's paintings are beingness unpacked]

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

Rose: The deviation between Cal'south taste in art and mine is that I accept some. They're fascinating. It'southward similar beingness inside a dream or something. At that place'southward truth but no logic.

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

Rose: Something Picasso.

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

[interruption]

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

Rose: Mr. Andrews, forgive me. I did the sum in my head and with the number of lifeboats times the capacity yous mentioned, forgive me, but it seems that there are not enough for everyone aboard.

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

[after Jack saves Rose]

Col. Archibald Gracie: Well, the male child'south a hero and then! Adept for y'all, son. Well washed.

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

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

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

[Mistaken proper noun, 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'southward right.

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

Brock Lovett: Ane-hundred and one next month.

Lewis Bodine: Okay, so she'southward a very OLD goddamn liar! Look, I've already done the background on this woman all the fashion back to the twenties, when she was working every bit an extra. An extra! There's your offset clue, Sherlock! Her name was Rose Dawson back and so. Then she marries this guy named Calvert, they move to Cedar Rapids and she punches out a couple of kids. Now Calvert's expressionless, and from what I hear Cedar Rapids is dead!

Brock Lovett: And everyone who knows well-nigh the diamond is supposed to exist dead, or on this boat, merely she knows!

Jack: [after wining the tickets from a poker game, running through the hallways of the ship with Fabrizio] We are the luckiest sons of bitches in the world, you know that?

[Rose throws a dime to Jack]

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

Irish Little Male child: What are we doing, mommy?

Irish Mommy: [lying to them to forestall them beingness scared and panicked] We're but waiting, dear. When they're finished putting get-go course people in the boat, they'll exist starting with us. And we ought to exist fix, oughtn't nosotros?

[Irish Girl nods]

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

[kiss]

Fabrizio: Come.

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

Fabrizio: I volition never forget yous.

Molly Brown: [walking around with Jack in the dining room as dinner is being served] Ain't zip to it, is there, Jack? Remember, they dear coin and so pretend similar you own a gilt mine and then you're in the society.

Molly Brown: [looking in the mirror with Jack after she dressed him upward in her son's tuxedo] You shine up like a new penny.

[One-time Rose is telling Lovett and his crew about the Titanic]

Old Rose: It was the transport of dreams to anybody else. To me it was a slave transport, taking me dorsum to America in chains. Outwardly, I was everything a well brought up daughter should be. Inside, I was screaming.

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 nearly living on the streets and trying to put it on paper.

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

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

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

Madeleine Astor: How exercise you practice?

Jack: Pleasance.

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

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

Astor: [confused] Oh aye...

Jack: [to Rose, afterward the collision, overhearing the send's officers walking by them, telling each other the extent of the damage] This is bad!

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

Smith: No, I don't see the need. We are making fantabulous fourth dimension.

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 determine what's all-time. Only what a glorious end to your last crossing if we were to get to New York on Tuesday night and surprise them all! Make the morning time papers. Retire with a bang, eh Eastward.J.?

Ismay: [Smith nods reluctantly] Good man.

Lewis Bodine: Incredible. There's Smith and he'southward standing there and he's got the iceberg warning in his fucking hand, excuse me, his hand, and he's ordering more speed.

Molly Dark-brown: [siting on a life gunkhole while other survivors remain silent, seeing the Titanic floating on a 90 degrees stand] God Almighty.

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

Lovejoy: [shows his gun opening the correct jacket coat] And so do I.

Thomas Andrews: Slumber soundly, young Rose, for I have congenital you a expert ship, strong and truthful, she'south all the lifeboats yous need.

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

Steward #ane: [calmly] I shouldn't worry, madam. Nosotros've likely thrown a propeller blade, that's the shudder you lot 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 dorsum to the steward as he disappears] No, thank you.

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

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

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

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

Molly Dark-brown: [to other rowers] Stop! We have to go back!

Robert Hitchins: No. The suction will pull us downwardly if we don't go on going.

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

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 up back!

[pause]

Smith: The fools.

Lewis Bodine: [while Lovett and his squad inspect the room where Cal'southward condom is found] Looks like someone left the water running...

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

[to Rose]

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

[Rose smiles sarcastically]

Molly Brownish: You gonna cutting her meat for her, also, Cal?

[slowly walking upward a staircase to the stern as the ship is most to sink]

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

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

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

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

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

Jack: It was a long i. Y'all know, my Pop's used to tell me, every time he saw i, 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 tin't have.

Molly Brown: Why do they insist on announcing dinner like a damned cavalry charge?

[During the first class dinner]

Waiter: How practise you lot have your caviar, sir?

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

2nd Officer Charles Herbert Lightoller: [pointing a gun to passengers pushing to the front of the line and go on the lifeboat] Get dorsum, I say, or I'll shoot you all similar dogs! Proceed order here! Keep order I say. Mr. Lowe, man this boat.

Ruth: The purpose of university is to find a suitable husband. Rose has already done that.

Ismay: Do you know who I am?

Fifth Officer Lowe: Y'all're a rider and I'thousand a ship bloody officer! At present Practise Every bit You lot'RE TOLD!

Cal Hockley: Where are y'all going? To him? What, to exist a whore to a gutter rat?

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

Rose: I am not a foreman in i of your mills that y'all can control. I am your fiancée.

Cal Hockley: My fian... my fiancée! Yeah, you are, and my married woman. My wife in practice if non even so by law, and then you will laurels me. You will honor me the way a wife is required to honor a hubby. Because I volition not be fabricated a fool, Rose. Is this in any manner unclear?

Rose: No.

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 Islamic republic of mauritania.

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

Brock Lovett: Dive six, here we are again on the deck of Titanic. Two and a half miles downward. Three-m, eight hundred and twenty-one meters. The pressure exterior is three-and-a-one-half tons per square inch. These windows are ix inches thick, and if they go, information technology'due south sayonara in two micro-seconds.

Tommy Ryan: [to Jack as Fabrizio sits nearby and listens] Ah, forget it, boyo. You're as like to have angels fly out your arse equally get side by side to the likes of her.

Rose: [Rose is pointing out certain people to Jack earlier dinner] That's John Jacob Astor, the richest homo on the ship. His little wifey there, Madeline, is my age and in a delicate condition. See how she's trying to hide it?

Brock Lovett: Seeing her coming out of the darkness like a ghost send, it nevertheless gets me every time.

Brock Lovett: [talks to himself out loud while holding his camera] It still gets me every time... to come across the deplorable ruin of the great send sitting hither, where she landed at 2:30 in the morning, April 15, 1912, after her long fall from the globe to a higher place.

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

[they both cleft up]

Ruth: Tell usa 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 Tertiary Class. He was of some assistance to my fiancée last nighttime.

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

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

[to Jack]

Cal Hockley: Not to impune you piece of work, sir.

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

Molly Brown: Only get-go from the outside and work your way in.

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

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

Thomas Andrews: Thank yous, Rose.

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

Jack: No caviar for me, cheers. Never did similar it much.

Ruth: And where exactly exercise you live, Mr. Dawson?

Jack: Well, right now, my accost is the RMS Titanic, after that, I'm on God'due south good sense of humor.

Ruth: And how is it you have means to travel?

Jack: I work my way from identify to identify, you know, tramp steamers and such, but I won my ticket on Titanic here in a lucky mitt of poker, a very lucky hand.

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

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

Jack: Mm-hmm.

Ruth: And you find that sort of rootless being 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 air current up. Just the other dark, I was sleeping under a bridge and now, here I am on the grandest send in the world having champagne with you lot fine people.

[to the waiter]

Jack: I'll take some more of that.

[Dorsum to the tabular array]

Jack: I figured life'southward a gift and I don't intend on wasting it. You never know what hand you're gonna go dealt next. Yous acquire to take life as information technology comes at yous.

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

Jack: Here you go, Cal.

[Back to the tabular array]

Jack: To brand each day count.

Molly Brown: Well said, Jack.

Col. Archibald Gracie: Hither, here.

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

[the table joins in on the toast]

[commencement lines]

Brock Lovett: Thirteen meters; you should see it.

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

quaternary Officer Joseph Boxhall: [as Titanic plunges down into the icy waters of the ocean, boat ii rows away] Bloody pull faster and pull!

Jack: At that place's, uh, at that place's no arrangement is there?

Cal Hockley: No, at that place is. Not that you lot'll benefit much from it. I e'er win Jack, 1 mode or some other.

Rose: Mr Andrews? Mr Andrews? Thank God! Where would the principal of arms accept someone nether arrest?

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

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 become right, then left again at the stairs and yous'll come to a long corridor.

Old Rose: 1500 people went into the sea when Titanic sank from nether united states. In that location were 20 boats floating nearby and only one came back, one. Half-dozen were saved from the h2o, myself included. Six out of 1500. Later, the 700 people in the boats had nothing to, simply wait, look to dice, wait to live, look for an absolution that would never come.

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

Carpathia Steward: Sir, I don't retrieve you'll observe whatsoever of your people downwardly here. Information technology'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 past the Statue of Liberty, with Rose looking upwardly at her] Can I take your proper noun, delight, love.

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

Carpathia Steward: [subsequently writing it downward] Thanks.

Lewis Bodine: We never constitute anything on Jack. There'southward no record of him at all.

Erstwhile Rose: No, there wouldn't be, would there and I've never spoken of him before, non to anyone...

[to Lizzie]

Old Rose: ... Not even your Grandfather.

[to the whole group]

One-time Rose: A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets. Merely now you lot know there was a human named Jack Dawson and that he saved me in every way a person can be saved. I don't even accept a picture of him. He exists now... only in my retentiveness.

Smith: Take her to sea, Mr. Murdoch. Let's stretch her legs.

Rose: [enervating and instructing a sailor to lower the elevator to the lowest deck of the transport] I'm through beingness polite, goddammit! At present, take me down.

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

Brock Lovett: It's pay day, boys.

Tommy Ryan: [to the guards, refusing to open the gates for steerage passengers] For God sake man, there are women and children down here! Permit us out so we can have a take a chance!

Old Rose: [from a deleted scene] Tin you substitution 1 life for another? A caterpillar turns into a butterfly. If a mindless insect tin do information technology, why couldn't I? Was it any more unimaginable than the sinking of the Titanic?

Bruce Ismay: Nigh unfortunate, Captain.

Thomas Andrews: [rolls out a design of the Titanic] H2o, fourteen feet above the keel in 10 minutes, in the forepeak, in all 3 hulls, and in Boiler Room Half dozen.

1st Officer Murdoch: That'south correct, sir.

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

Thomas Andrews: That's 5 compartments! She tin can stay afloat with the showtime four compartments breached, but non v. Not five. Equally she goes downwardly 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 up the...

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

Bruce Ismay: Simply this ship can't sink.

Thomas Andrews: She's made of iron, sir. I assure y'all, 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: two,200 souls on lath, sir.

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

First Class Steward: After escaping the flooded lower decks, Jacks breaks down a door into a corridor full of people running. The steward shouts at him petulantly. 'Ere! You'll accept to pay for that!

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

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

Cal Hockley: [to Jack, later he mistakenly believes he molested Rose] Completely unacceptable! What fabricated you think yous could put your hands on my fiancée? Look at me, you filth!

Cal Hockley: [Rose is getting prepare for bed when Cal walks in unannounced] I know y'all'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 information technology]

Cal Hockley: I intended to salvage 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 equally 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 information technology "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'south for royalty. We are royalty, Rose. You know, there's nada I couldn't give yous. There'south nothing I'd deny you lot... if y'all'd not deny me. Oh, open your heart to me, Rose.

Jack: [to Fabrizio after winning two tickets on Titanic] We're a couple of regular swells.

Old Rose: Fifteen hundred people went into the bounding main when Titanic sank from under u.s.. There were xx boats floating nearby, but only one came dorsum. One. Six were saved from the h2o, myself included. 6 out of fifteen hundred. Afterward, the 700 people in the boats had naught to do but wait. Wait to die, wait to alive, await for an absolution that would never come up.

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

Harold Bride: CQD, sir?

Captain Smith: That'southward correct, CQD, the distress phone call.

[hands the newspaper to Helpmate]

Captain Smith: That's our position.

[Bride reads the coordinates; Smith removes his hat]

Captain Smith: Tell whoever responds that nosotros're going down past the bow and demand immediate help.

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

Harold Bride: Blimey!

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

Molly Dark-brown: [Deleted Scene] How near a lilliputian ice?

[the big iceberg passes past the window in the background]

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

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

Thomas Andrews: [points to a departing lifeboat] There, look. Twenty or then 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! At present, make full these boats, Mr. Lightoller, for God'southward sake, man!

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

Cal Hockley: This is absurd. Information technology's a ship. There's only and then many places she could be. Lovejoy, notice her.

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