Titanic
Quotes
Brock Lovett: Seeing her come out
of the darkness like a ghost ship, still gets me every time. To
see the sad ruin of the great ship, sitting here, where she
landed at 2:30 on the morning of April 15, 1912 after her long
fall from the world above. submitted by Claire and Christina
Bodine: You are so full of shit, boss. submitted by Jamie
Brock: These windows are 9 inches thick and if they go, it's sayonara in two microseconds. submitted by Gaynor, Laura, and Jane
[the safe, brought up from the
sunken Titanic, is opened and empty]
Brock: Shit!
Crewman: No diamonds? submitted
by Colleen
Bodine: You know, boss, this happened to Geraldo and his career
never recovered. submitted
by JDwhiskers
[Rose walks towards the T.V.
intrigued by talk of Titanic]
Lizzy: What is it, Nana? submitted by Olga
Old Rose: Turn that up, dear.
[seeing the portrait of a young woman wearing only a heart-shaped
diamond necklace]
Old Rose: Ol' be god damned! submitted by Megan
Buell: There's a satellite call for
you.
Brock: Bobby, we're launching. You see these submersibles going
into the water? submitted
by Melissa Ann
Buell: Trust me buddy, you want to take this call.
Brock: This better be good.
Buell: You gotta speak up, she's kinda old.
Brock: Great! This is Brock Lovett how can I help you Mrs...
Buell: Calvert...Rose Calvert.
Brock: ...Mrs. Calvert?
Rose: I was just wondering if you had found the heart of the
ocean yet, Mr. Lovett? submitted
by Colleen
Buell: I told you you'd want to take the call.
Brock: All right, you have my attention now, Rose. Can you tell
us who the woman in the picture is?
Old Rose: Oh yes. The woman in the picture is me. submitted by Laura
Bodine: She's a god damned liar!
Some nut case seeking money or publicity, God only knows what!
Like that Russian babe, Anastasia. Rose Dewitt Bukater died on
the Titanic when she was 17, right?
Brock: That's right.
Bodine: If she had lived, she'd be over a hundred by now! submitted by Tracy
Brock: A hundred and one next month.
Bodine: Okay, so she's a very old God damned liar! Look, I've
already done the background on this woman all the way back to the
twenties, when she was working as an actress. An actress, there's
your first clue Sherlock. Her name was Rose Dawson back then.
Then she marries this guy named Calvert, they move to Cedar
Rapids and she punches out a couple of kids. Now Calvert's dead
and from what I hear Cedar Rapids is dead.submitted by Kristine
Brock: And everybody that knows about that diamond is supposed to
be dead or on this boat! But she knows! submitted by Melissa Ann
Brock: Are your staterooms all
right?
Rose: Oh yes, very nice. Oh, have you met my granddaughter Lizzy?
She takes care of me.
Lizzy: We met just a few minutes ago; remember Nana, up on deck?
Rose: Oh, yes. There that's nice. I have to have my pictures when
I travel.
Brock: Can I get you anything? Is there anything you'd like?
Rose: Yes, I would like to see my drawing. submitted by Kristine
Brock: Louis the 16th wore a
fabulous stone that was called the blue diamond of the crown,
disappeared in 1792. About the same time old Louis lost
everything from the neck up. The theory goes that the crown
diamond was chopped too and cut into a heart-like shape that came
to be know as the Heart of the Ocean. Today, it would be worth
more than the Hope diamond. submitted by Melissa Ann
Old Rose: It was a dreadful heavy thing. I only wore it this
once. submitted by
Melissa Ann
Lizzy: You actually think this is you, Nana?
Old Rose: It is me dear. Wasn't I a dish? submitted by Megan
Brock: I tracked it down through insurance records, an old claim
that was settled under terms of absolute secrecy. Can you tell me
who the claimant was, Rose? submitted by Kristine
Rose: I should imagine someone named Hockley.
Brock: Nathan Hockley, that's right, Pittsburgh steel tycoon.
Claim was for a diamond necklace his son, Caledon, bought his
fiancee, you a week before he sailed on Titanic. It was filed
right after the sinking, so the diamond had to go down with the
ship. See the date?
Lizzy: April 14, 1912.
Bodine: Which means, if your grandmother is who she says she is,
she was wearing the diamond the day the Titanic sank.
Brock (speaking to Rose): And that makes you my new best friend. submitted by Colleen
Old Rose (holds up mirror): This was mine. How extraordinary! And it looks the same as the last time I saw it. Reflection's changed a bit. submitted by Megan
Brock: Are you ready to go back to
Titanic?
Bodine: Okay, here we go. She hits the berg on the starboard
side, right? She kind of bumps along, punching holes like morse
code...dit,dit,dit, along the side below the water line. Then the
forward compartments start to flood. Now as the water level
rises, it spills over the watertight bulkheads which
unfortunately don't go any higher than E-deck. So now as the bow
goes down, the stern rises up, slow at first and faster and
faster until finally she has her whole ass stickin' up in the
air. And that's a big ass, we're talking about 20-30 thousand
tons, okay? The whole's not designed to deal with that pressure;
so, what happens? She splits right down to the keel and the stern
falls back level. Then as the bow sinks, it pulls the stern
vertical and then finally detaches. Now the stern section just
kind of bobs there like a cork for a couple of minutes, floods
and finally goes under about 2:20 a.m. Two hours and forty
minutes after the collision. The battle section planes away
landing about a half a mile away, going 20-30 knots when it hits
the ocean floor. Pretty cool, ha?
Rose: Thank you for that fine forensic analysis, Mr. Bodine. Of
course, the experience of it was...somewhat different.
Brock: Will you share it with us? submitted by Kristine
[Rose walks up to T.V. with Titanic
on it, puts her hand on her face & starts to cry]
Lizzy: I'm taking her to rest.
Old Rose: NO!
Lizzy: Come on, Nana.
Old Rose: NO! submitted
by laura
Old Rose: It's been 84 years...
Brock: It's okay, just try to remember anything, anything at all.
submitted by Haley
Old Rose: Do you want to hear this story or not Mr. Lovett? It's
been 84 years and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china
had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic
was called the Ship of Dreams. And it was. It really was...
Rose: I don't see what all the fuss
is about, it doesn't look any bigger than the Mauretania. submitted by Megan
Caledon Hockley (Cal): You can be blasé about some things, Rose,
but not about Titanic. It's over a hundred feet longer than the
Mauretania, and far more luxurious! Your daughter is far too
difficult to impress, Ruth. submitted by Melissa Ann
Ruth: So this is the ship they say is unsinkable?
Cal: It is unsinkable. God himself could not sink this ship. submitted by Megan
Cal: I put my faith in you good sir. submitted by Melissa Ann
Old Rose: It was the ship of dreams...to everyone else. To me it was a slave ship, taking me back to America in chains. Outwardly I was everything a well brought up girl should be. Inside, I was screaming. (screaming blast from one of the Titanic's funnels) submitted by JDwhiskers
Fabrizio: You bet everything!
Jack: When you got nothin, you've got nothin to lose. submitted by Melissa Ann
Jack: All right, moment of truth,
somebody's life's about to change.
Fabrizio? Niente.
Fabrizio: Niente!
Jack: Olaf?
Olaf: Nothing.
Jack: Sven?
Sven: (shows Jack his cards)
Jack: Oh, two pair. I'm sorry, Fabrizio.
Fabrizio: (says something in Spanish)
Jack: I'm sorry, you're not gonna to see your mom again for a
long time...cause we're goin' to America! Full house boys!
Olaf: Din Jävel (translated: very bad word in Swedish). submitted by Maria.
Fabrizio: I go to America!
Pub keeper: No mate, Titanic go to America in five minutes! submitted by Melissa Ann
Jack: SHIT, FIVE MINUTES!
Jack: (running to the ship) C'mon I thought you were fast! submitted by Colleen
Officer: Have you been through the
inspection queue? submitted
by Kristine
Jack: Of course! Anyway, we don't have lice, we're
Americans...both of us. submitted by Tina
Jack: We're the luckiest sons of bitches in the world, you know that? submitted by Martian
Fabrizio: You know somebody?
Jack: Of course not, that's not the point. Good bye I'll
miss you!
Fabrizio: Goodbye, I'm gonna never forget you!
[Jack and Fabrizio enter
"their" room where Sven and Olaf were supposed to stay]
Bjorn: Var är Sven? (translated: Where is Sven?) submitted by Maria.
Maid: This one?
Rose: No, it had a lot of faces on it. This is the one.
Maid: Would you like all of these out miss? (taking Rose's
drawings out)
Rose: Yes. We need a little color in this room. submitted by Katie
Cal: God, not those finger paintings again. They certainly were a
waste of money. submitted
by Alex
Rose: The difference between Cal's taste in art and mine is that
I have some. They're fascinating. Like being inside a dream or
something. There's truth but no logic.
Trudy: What's the artist's name?
Rose: Something Picasso.
Cal: Something Picasso? He wont amount to anything! He wont,
trust me! (to Lovejoy) At least they were cheap. submitted by Alex
Old Rose: At Cherbourg a woman came
aboard named Margaret Brown, but we all called her Molly. History
would call her the Unsinkable Molly Brown.
Molly (entering the first class reception room with her bags):
Well, I wasn't about to wait around all day for you, sonny. Here,
if you think you can manage. submitted by Matilda
Old Rose: Her husband had struck gold someplace out west, and she was what mother called "new money". By the next afternoon, we were steaming west from the coast of Ireland, with nothing out ahead of us but ocean...submitted by Matilda
Captain Smith: Take her to sea, Mr.
Murdoch. Let's stretch her legs. submitted by Bridget
Mr. Murdoch: Yes sir!
Fabrizio: I can see the Statue of Liberty already, very small of course! submitted by Rebecca
Jack: I'm the king of the world! submitted by Kate
Ismay: She is the largest moving
object ever made by the hand of men in all history; and our
master shipbuilder, Mr. Andrews, here designed her from the keel
plates up. submitted
by Kristine
Andrews: Well, I may have knocked her together, but the idea was
Mr. Ismay's. He envisioned a steamer so grand in scale and so
luxurious in its appointments that its supremacy would never be
challenged. And here she is, willed into solid reality! submitted by Kristine
(Rose lights a cigarette)
Ruth: You know I don't like that, Rose. submitted by Haley
Cal: She knows (puts it out). submitted by Colleen
Cal: (ordering food) We'll both
have the lamb. Rare, with very little mint sauce. You like that
right, Sweet Pea?
Molly: You gonna cut her meat for her too there, Cal? submitted by Megan
Molly: Hey uh, Who thought of the
name Titanic? Was it you, Bruce?
Mr. Ismay: Well yes, actually. I wanted to convey sheer size and
size means stability, luxury, and above all strength. submitted by Megan
Rose: Do you know of Dr. Freud, Mr. Ismay? His ideas about the
male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to
you. submitted by
Megan
Ruth: What has gotten into you? (Rose leaves the room) I do
apologize.
Molly: She's a pistol, Cal, hope you can handle her.
Cal: Well, I may have to start minding what she reads from now on
won't I, Mrs. Brown? submitted
by Claire and Christina
Mr. Ismay: Freud? Who is he? Is he a passenger?
Fabrizio: The ship is nice, eh?
Tommy: Yea, it's an Irish ship.
Fabrizio: It's English...no?
Tommy: No, it was built in Ireland. Fifteen thousand Irishmen
built the ship. Solid as a rock. submitted by Kristine
Tommy: Oh that's typical... First
class dogs come down here to take a shit.
Jack: Lets us know where we rank in the scheme of things.
Tommy: Like we could forget. submitted by Colleen
Tommy: Ah, forget it, boyo. You'd as like have angels fly out o' yer arse as get next to the likes o' her.
Rose: I saw my whole life as if I'd already lived it...an endless parade of parties and cotillions, yachts and polo matches...always the same narrow people, the same mindless chatter. I felt like I was standing at a great precipice, with no one to pull me back, no one who cared...or even noticed. submitted by Brandi
Jack: Don't do it!
Rose: Stay back! Don't come any closer! submitted by Kitty Ng
Jack: C'mon just give me your hand, I'll pull you back over.
Rose: No, stay where you are. I mean it, I'll let go.
Jack: No you won't.
Rose: What do you mean, "No I won't"?. Don't presume to
tell me what I will and will not do. You don't know me.
Jack: Well, you would've done it already.
Rose: You're distracting me, go away!
Jack: I can't, I'm involved now. You let go and I'm gonna have to
jump in there after you.
Rose: Don't be absurd. You'd be killed. submitted by Stephanie
Jack: I'm a good swimmer. submitted by Stephanie
Rose: The fall alone would kill you. submitted by Stephanie
Jack: It would hurt, I'm not saying it wouldn't. To tell you the
truth, I'm a lot more concerned about that water being so cold. submitted by Colleen
Rose: How cold?
Jack: Freezing...maybe a couple degrees over. You ever uh been to
Wisconsin? submitted
by Colleen
Rose: What?
Jack: Well, they have some of the coldest winters around. I grew
up there, near Chippewa Falls. I remember when I was a kid, me
and my father, we went ice fishing out on Lake Wisota. Ice
fishing is, you know, where you ...
Rose: I KNOW WHAT ICE FISHING IS!!
Jack: Sorry, you just seem like, you know, kind of an indoor
girl. Anyway, I uh I fell through some thin ice, and I'm tellin'
ya water that cold, like right down there, it hits you like a
thousand knives stabbing you all over your body. You can't
breathe, you can't think...at least not about anything but the
pain. Which is why I'm not looking forward to jumping in there
after you. Like I said, I don't have a choice. I guess I'm kinda
hoping you'll come back over the rail, and get me off the hook
here. submitted by
Claire and Christina
Rose: You're crazy! submitted
by Jennifer
Jack: That's what everybody says. But, with all due respect,
miss, I'm not the one hanging off the back of a ship here. submitted by Melissa Ann
Jack: Whew. Jack Dawson.
Rose: Rose DeWitt Bukater.
Jack: I'll have to get you to write that one down. (They both
laugh) C'mon.
[As Rose steps up to the first rail, she steps on her dress and
slips. She screams]
Jack: I've got you c'mon. C'mon.
Rose: Help me, please!!! Please, help me!
Jack: Listen! Listen to me, I've got you, I won't let go. Now
pull yourself up, c'mon.
[Jack starts to pull Rose up, but she slips once more!! Rose
pulls herself up, and they fall on the
deck. Jack is on top of her]
Officer: What's this. Stand back and don't move an inch. (To
other officers) Fetch the Master-at-Arms.
Cal: It's completely unacceptable!
What made you THINK that you could put your hands on MY fiancee.
Look at me you filth!
Rose: Cal.
Cal: What do you think you were doing?
Rose: Cal stop, it was an accident.
Cal: An accident?
Rose: It was stupid really. I was leaning over and slipped. I was
leaning far over to see the ah... ah...ah ...the ah...ah
Cal: Propellers?
Rose: Propellers. And I slipped, and I would have gone overboard,
but Mr. Dawson here saved me, and almost went over himself.
Cal: You wanted to see...she wanted to see propellers?
First Class Gentleman: Like I said, women and machinery do not
mix.
Master-at-arms: Was that the way of it?
Jack: Yeah. Yeah, that was pretty much it.
First Class Gentleman: Well, the boy's a hero. Then good for you
son, well done. So, it's all's well and back to our brandies, eh?
submitted by Megan
Cal: You must be freezing, let's get you inside.
First Class Gentleman: Uh, perhaps a little something for the
boy?
Cal: Of course. Mr. Lovejoy, I think a twenty should do it.
Rose: Is that the going rate for saving the woman you love?
Cal: Rose is displeased, what to do. I know...(to Jack) Perhaps
you could join us for dinner tomorrow evening to regale our group
with your heroic tale?
Jack: Sure...count me in.
Cal: Good, settled then. (To the first class gentleman) This
should be interesting. submitted
by Colleen
Jack (whistles for Lovejoy): Can I
uh bum a smoke?
Lovejoy (Offers smokes): You'll want to tie those. It's
interesting, the young lady slipped so suddenly and you still had
time to remove your jacket and your shoes. submitted by Claire and Christina
Cal: I know you've been melancholy,
I don't pretend to know why. I intended to save this until the
engagement gala next week, but I thought tonight...submitted by Megan
Rose: Good gracious!
Cal: Perhaps as a reminder of my feelings for you.
Rose: Is it a...
Cal: Diamond? Yes. 56 carats to be exact. It was worn by Louis
the 16th and they called it Le Coeur de la Mer.submitted by Leize
Cal & Rose: The heart of the ocean.
Cal: Yes. submitted by
Melissa Ann
Rose: It's overwhelming. submitted by Heather
Cal: Well, It's for royalty, we are royalty, Rose. You know
there's nothing I couldn't give to you. There's nothing I'd deny
you, if you would not deny me. Oh, open your heart to me, Rose. submitted by Chantal
Jack: Well, I've been on my own since I was fifteen. Since my folks died and I had no brothers or sisters or close kin in that part of the country. So I lit on outta there and I haven't been back since. You can just call me a tumbleweed blowing in the wind. submitted by Matilda
Jack: Well Rose, we've walked a
mile around this boat deck and chewed over how great the
weather's been and how I grew up, but I reckon that's not why you
came to talk to me, is it?
Rose: Mr. Dawson, I...
Jack: Jack
Rose: Jack, I want to thank you for what you did, not just for
pulling me back, but for your discretion.
Jack: You're welcome.
Rose: Look, I know what you must be thinking, poor little rich
girl, what does she know about misery?
Jack: No. No, that's not what I was thinking. What I was
thinking, was what could have happened to this girl to make her
think she had no way out.
Rose: Well, I... It was everything. It was my whole world and all
the people in it and the inertia of my life plunging ahead and me
powerless to stop it. (holds out left hand with engagement ring)
Jack: God! Look at that thing! You would have gone straight to
the bottom.
Rose: Five hundred invitations have gone out, all of Philadelphia
society will be there, and all the while I feel I'm standing in
the middle of a crowded room screaming at the top of my lungs and
no one even looks up. submitted
by Megan
Jack: Do you love him?
Rose: Pardon me?
Jack: Do you love him?
Rose: You're being very rude. You shouldn't be asking me this.
Jack: Well, it's a simple question. Do you love the guy or not?
Rose: This is not a suitable conversation.
Jack: Why can't you answer the question?
Rose: This is absurd! You don't know me and I don't know you. We
are NOT having this conversation at all. You are rude and uncouth
and presumptuous and I am leaving now. Jack...Mr. Dawson...it's
been a pleasure. I sought you out to thank you and I
have...thanked you...
Jack: And you've insulted me.
Rose: Well, you deserved it.
Jack: Right.
Rose: Right.
Jack: I thought you were leaving.
Rose: I am. (turns to walk away) You are so annoying. (Jack
laughs) Wait. I don't have to leave, this is my part of the
ship...YOU leave.
Jack: Oh, ho, ho, ho...well, well, well, now who's being rude?
Rose: What is this stupid thing you're carrying around. (grabs
his sketch book from him) So, what are you, an artist or
something? Well, these are rather good. They're, uh, they're VERY
good actually. Jack, this is exquisite work.
Jack: Aw, they didn't think too much of them in old Paree.
Rose: Paris! You do get around for a poor...well, uh, a person of
limited means.
Jack: Go on, a poor guy, you can say it.
Rose: Well, well, well. (looking at pictures of naked women) And
these were drawn from life?
Jack: That's one of the good things about Paris, lots of girls
are willing to take their clothes off.
Jack: Well, I've been on my own
since I was fifteen. Since my folks died and I had no brothers or
sisters or close kin in that part of the country. So I lit on
outta there and I haven't been back since. You can just call me a
tumbleweed blowing in the wind.
submitted by Matilda
Jack: Well Rose, we've walked a
mile around this boat deck and chewed over how great the
weather's been and how I grew up, but I reckon that's not why you
came to talk to me, is it?
Rose: Mr. Dawson, I...
Jack: Jack
Rose: Jack, I want to thank you for what you did, not just for
pulling me back, but for your discretion.
Jack: You're welcome.
Rose: Look, I know what you must be thinking, poor little rich
girl, what does she know about misery?
Jack: No. No, that's not what I was thinking. What I was
thinking, was what could have happened to this girl to make her
think she had no way out.
Rose: Well, I... It was everything. It was my whole world and all
the people in it and the inertia of my life plunging ahead and me
powerless to stop it. (holds out left hand with engagement ring)
Jack: God! Look at that thing! You would have gone straight to
the bottom.
Rose: Five hundred invitations have gone out, all of Philadelphia
society will be there, and all the while I feel I'm standing in
the middle of a crowded room screaming at the top of my lungs and
no one even looks up. submitted
by Megan
Jack: Do you love him?
Rose: Pardon me?
Jack: Do you love him?
Rose: You're being very rude. You shouldn't be asking me this.
Jack: Well, it's a simple question. Do you love the guy or not?
Rose: This is not a suitable conversation.
Jack: Why can't you answer the question?
Rose: This is absurd! You don't know me and I don't know you. We
are NOT having this conversation at all. You are rude and uncouth
and presumptuous and I am leaving now. Jack...Mr. Dawson...it's
been a pleasure. I sought you out to thank you and I
have...thanked you...
Jack: And you've insulted me.
Rose: Well, you deserved it.
Jack: Right.
Rose: Right.
Jack: I thought you were leaving.
Rose: I am. (turns to walk away) You are so annoying. (Jack
laughs) Wait. I don't have to leave, this is my part of the
ship...YOU leave.
Jack: Oh, ho, ho, ho...well, well, well, now who's being rude?
Rose: What is this stupid thing you're carrying around. (grabs
his sketch book from him) So, what are you, an artist or
something? Well, these are rather good. They're, uh, they're VERY
good actually. Jack, this is exquisite work.
Jack: Aw, they didn't think too much of them in old Paree.
Rose: Paris! You do get around for a poor...well, uh, a person of
limited means.
Jack: Go on, a poor guy, you can say it.
Rose: Well, well, well. (looking at pictures of naked women) And
these were drawn from life?
Jack: That's one of the good things about Paris, lots of girls
are willing to take their clothes off.
Rose: You liked this woman. You used her several times.
Jack: Well, she had beautiful hands, you see.
Rose: I think you must have had a love affair with her.
Jack: No, no, no, no,no, just with her hands. She was a
one-legged prostitute. See.
Rose: Oh. submitted by
Claire and Christina
Jack: Ah, she had a good sense of humor though. Oh and this lady?
She used to sit at this one bar every night wearing every piece
of jewelry she owned just waiting for her long lost love. I
called her Madame Bijoux. See how her clothes are all moth eaten?
Rose: Well, you have a gift, Jack. You do. You see people.
Jack: I see you.
Rose: And...
Jack: You wouldnt have jumped. submitted by Colleen
Mr. Ismay: So, youve not yet
lit the last four boilers?
Captain Smith: No, I dont see the need, we are making
excellent time.
Mr. Ismay: The press knows the size of Titanic, now I want them
to marvel at her speed. We must give them something new to print.
This maiden voyage of Titanic must make headlines!
Captain Smith: Mr. Ismay, I would prefer not to push the engines
until they have been properly run in.
Mr. Ismay: Of course, Im just a passenger. I leave it to
your good offices to decide whats best. But what a glorious
send to your final crossing if we were to get to New York on
Tuesday night and surprise them all. Make the morning papers.
Retire with a
bang, aye EJ?
Jack: Well after that I worked on a
squid boat in Monterray. Then, I went down to Los Angeles to the
pier in Santa Monica and started doing portraits there for 10
cents a piece.
Rose: Why cant I be like you, Jack? Just head out for the
horizon whenever I feel like it.
Say well go there sometime, to that pier, even if we only
ever just talk about it.
Jack: No, well do it. Well drink cheap beer,
well ride on the roller coaster til we throw up, then
well ride horses on the beach, right in the surf and
youll have to ride like a real cowboy, none of that
sidesaddle stuff.
Rose: You mean, one leg on each side?
Jack: Yeah.
Rose: Can you show me?
Jack: Sure. If you like.
Rose: Teach me to ride like a man.
Jack: (western accent) And chew tobacco like a man.
Rose: (western accent) And spit like a man.
Jack: What, they didnt teach you that in finishing school?
Rose: No! submitted by Megan
Jack: Cmon Ill show you. Lets do it. Ill
show you how, cmon.
Rose: Jack, no.
Jack: Aw cmon.
Rose: Jack, no. Wait! Jack!
Jack: Cmon, Rose.
Rose: No, Jack. I couldnt possibly, Jack.
Jack: Watch closely. (he spits)
Rose: Thats disgusting.
Jack: All right, your turn. (she spits)
Jack: That was pitiful. Cmon, you really gotta hock it
back. You know get some leverage to it, use your arms, arch your
neck. (he spits) See the range on that thing? (she spits) Ah,
that was better. You gotta work on it, really try and hock it up
and get body to it, you know. You gotta... (the club
walks by, he has to swallow his spit) submitted by Colleen
Rose: Mother, may I introduce Jack Dawson. (Molly points to her
mouth while look at Jack)
Ruth: Charmed Im sure. (Jack wipes spit from his mouth) submitted by Megan
Old Rose: The others were gracious
and curious about the man whod saved my life. But my mother
looked at his like an insect. A dangerous insect which must be
squashed quickly. submitted
by JDwhiskers
[a bugler sounds the meal call
behind them]
Molly: Why do they always insist on announcing dinner like a damn
cavalry charge?
Rose: Shall we go dress, Mother? (to Jack) See you at dinner,
Jack. (walks away with her mother and her mothers friends) submitted by Colleen
Molly: Uh son? Son, do you the
slightest comprehension of what youre doing? submitted by Jen
Jack: Not really.
Molly: Well, youre about to go into the snake pit. What are
you planning to wear?
[Jack gestures towards his clothes]
Molly: I figured so. Come on. submitted by Olivia
Molly: I was right. You and my son
are just about the same size.
Jack: Pretty close.
Molly: You shine up like a new penny. submitted by Colleen
[Rose walks down the stairs and
meets Jack at the bottom]
Jack: (kisses her hand) I saw that in a nickelodeon once and I
always wanted to do it.
Rose: (walks with Jack to Mother
and Cal) Darling, surely you remember Mr. Dawson.
Cal: Dawson why its amazing, you could almost pass for a
gentleman.
Jack: Almost. submitted
by Colleen
Rose: Thats John Jacob Astor, the richest man on the ship. His little wifey there, Madeline, is my age and in a delicate condition. See how shes trying to hide it? Quite the scandal. submitted by Colleen
Molly: Care to escort a lady to
dinner?
Jack: Certainly.
Molly: Aint nothing to it is there, Jack? Remember they
love money. So just pretend like you own a gold mine and
youre in the club.
Rose: J.J., Madeline, Id like
you to meet Jack Dawson.
J.J. Astor: Are you of the Boston Dawsons?
Jack: No, the Chippawa Falls Dawsons actually. submitted by Colleen
Old Rose: He must have been nervous but he never faltered. They assumed he was one of them, heir to a railroad fortune perhaps...new money, obviously, but still a member of the club. Mother, of course, could always be counted upon...submitted by JDwhiskers
Ruth: Tell us of the accommodations
in steerage, Mr. Dawson. I hear theyre quite good on this
ship. submitted by
Melissa Ann
Jack: The best Ive ever seen, maam, hardly any rats. submitted by Cassie
Cal: Mr. Dawson is joining us from third class. He was of some assistance to my fiancee last night. submitted by Kristine
Jack: (looking at his silverware)
Are these all for me?
Molly: Just start from the outside and work your way in. submitted by Colleen
Rose: It turns out that Mr. Dawson
is quite a fine artist. He was kind enough to show me some of his
work today. submitted
by Joan
Cal: Rose and I differ somewhat in our definition of fine art.
Not to impugn your work sir. submitted by Colleen
[Jack shakes his head and says no quietly] submitted by Joan
Waiter: How do you take your
caviar, sir? submitted
by Colleen
Jack: No caviar for me, thanks. Never did like it much.
Ruth: And where exactly do you
live, Mr. Dawson?
Jack: Well, right now my address is the R.M.S. Titanic, after
that Im on Gods good humor.
Ruth: And how is it you have means to travel?
Jack: I work my way from place to place, you know, tramp steamers
and such. But I won my ticket on the Titanic here in a lucky hand
at poker. A very lucky hand.
Colonel: All life is a game of luck!
Cal: A real man makes his own luck, Archie. Right Dawson? submitted by Kristine
Ruth: And you find that sort of
ruthless existence appealing, do you?
Jack: Well, yes maam I do. I mean, Ive got everything
I need right here with me; Ive got air in my lungs and a
few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the
morning not knowing whats gonna happen, who Im gonna
meet, where Im gonna wind up. Just the other night I was
sleeping under a bridge, and now, here I am, on the grandest ship
in the world having champagne with you fine people. (to waiter)
Ill take more. I figure lifes a gift and I dont
intend on wasting it. You never know what hand youre going
to get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at ya.
(tosses lighter to Cal) Here you go, Cal. To make each day count.
submitted by Colleen
Molly: Well said, Jack.
Man: Here, here!
Rose: To making it count.
All: To making it count. submitted by Colleen
Rose: Next it will be brandies in
the Smoking Room.
Colonel: Well, join me for a brandy, gentlemen?
Rose: Now theyll retreat in a cloud of smoke and
congratulate each other on being masters of the universe. submitted by Colleen
Gracie: Joining us Dawson? Well,
you dont want to stay out here with the women, do you?
Jack: No thanks, Ive got to be heading back. submitted by Joan
Cal: Its probably best, itll be all business and
politics that sort of thing, wouldnt interest you. submitted by Colleen
Rose: Jack, must you go?
Jack: Time for me to go row with the other slaves.
[Rose laughs]
Jack: Goodnight Rose. (Kisses her hand and gives her a note) submitted by Joan
Jacks note reads: Make it count. Meet me at the clock. submitted by Melissa Ann
Jack (at the clock): So, you wanna go to a real party?
Man: Pratar du Svenska?
(translated: Do you speak Swedish?) submitted by Maria
Rose: I cant understand you!
Jack (to Cora, the little girl he was dancing with): Im
gonna dance with her now, all right? Cmon.
Rose: What?
Jack: Cmon, come with me.
Rose: What? Jack, wait. I cant do this.
Jack: Were gonna have to get a little bit closer. like
this. Youre still my best girl, Cora.
Rose: I dont know the steps!
Jack: Neither do I, just go with it. Dont think. submitted by Melissa Ann
Rose: What? You think a first class girl cant drink?
Rose: So, you think you're big
tough men? Let's see you do this. (stands on her toes, then falls
into Jacks arms)
Woman: Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!
Rose: I haven't done that in years. submitted by Colleen
Cal: I had hoped you would come to
me last night.
Rose: I was tired.
Cal: Your exertions below decks were no doubt exhausting. submitted by Melissa Ann
Rose: I see you had that undertaker of a manservant follow me,
how typical.
Cal: You will never behave like that again, Rose! Do you
understand?
Rose: I'm not a foreman in one of your mills than you can
command! I am your fiancee...
Cal: Fiancee, my fiancee, yes you are! And my wife! My wife in
practice, if not yet by law. So you will honor me, the way a wife
is required to honor a husband! Because I will not be made out a
fool, Rose! Is this in any way unclear?
Rose: (shakes her head) No.
Ruth: You are not to see that boy
again, do you understand me Rose? I forbid it!
Rose: Oh, stop it, Mother. You'll give yourself a nosebleed.
Ruth: This is not a game! Our situation is precarious. You know
the money's gone!
Rose: Of course I know it's gone. You remind me every day!
Ruth: Your father left us nothing but a legacy of bad debts
hidden by our good name. That name is the only card we have to
play. I don't understand you. It is a fine match with
Hockley. It will insure our survival.
Rose: How can you put this on my shoulders?
Ruth: Why are you being so selfish?
Rose: Im being selfish? submitted by JDWhiskers
Ruth: Do you want to see me working as a seamstress? Is that what
you want? To see our fine things sold at an auction, our memories
scattered to the winds?
Rose: It's so unfair.
Ruth: Of course it's unfair! We're women. Our choices are never
easy. submitted by
Colleen
Jack: I just need to talk to
somebody for a second.
Steward: Sir, you're not supposed to be in here.
Jack: I need to speak to someone. I was just here last
night...don't you remember me?
Steward: No, Im afraid I dont. Now youre going
to have to turn around.
(seeing Lovejoy coming toward him)
Jack: He'll tell you.
Lovejoy: Mr. Hockley and Mrs. DeWitt Bukater continue to be most
appreciative of your assistance. They asked me to give you this
in gratitude--
[He holds out two twenty dollar bills, which Jack refuses to
take.]
Jack: I don't want your money. Please, I just...
Lovejoy: ...also to remind you that you hold a third class ticket
and that your presence here is no longer appropriate.
[Jack spots Rose but she doesn't see him.]
Jack: Please, I just want to speak to Rose for one second.
Lovejoy: Gentlemen, please see that Mr. Dawson gets back where he
belongs. (giving the twenties to the stewards) And that he stays
there.
Steward: Yes sir! (to Jack) Come along you. submitted by Kristen
Rose: Mr. Andrews forgive me, I did
the sum in my head, and with the number of lifeboats times the
capacity you mentioned... forgive me, but it seems that there are
not enough for everyone aboard.
Andrews: About half, actually. Rose, you miss nothing, do you? In
fact, I put in these new type davits, which can take an extra row
of boats inside this one. But it was thought... by some... that
the deck would look too cluttered. So I was over-ruled. submitted by Colleen
Cal: Its a waste of deck space already, on an unsinkable
ship! submitted by
Heather
Andrews: Sleep soundly, young Rose. I have built you a good ship,
strong and true. She's all the lifeboat you need.
[Jack grabs Rose and goes into the
gymnasium]
Rose: Jack, this is impossible. I can't see you.
Jack: I need to talk to you.
Rose: No, Jack. No, Jack.
Jack: Rose, you're no picnic all right? You're a spoiled little
brat even, but under that you are the most amazingly astounding,
wonderful girl...woman that I've ever known and...submitted by Kristine
Rose: Jack, I...Let me try and get this out. You're amazing...
Im not an idiot. I know how the world works. Ive got
ten bucks in my pocket, I have nothing to offer and I know that,
I understand...but Im too involved now. You jump, I jump,
remember? I can't turn away without knowin' youll be all
right. Thats all that I want. Theyve got you trapped,
Rose and youre gonna die if you dont break free.
Maybe not right away, 'cause you're strong. But sooner or later
that fire that I love about you Rose, that fire is gonna burn
out. submitted by
Katie
Rose: Well, Im fine. Ill be fine. Really.
Jack: Really? I dont think so.
Rose: Its not up to you to save me, Jack.
Jack: Youre right. Only you can do that.
Rose: Im going back, leave me along. submitted by Melissa Ann
Rose: I changed my mind.
Jack: Give me your hand. Now close your eyes. Go on. Step up.
Hold on to the railing. Keep you eyes closed, dont peek.
Rose: Im not.
Jack: Step up onto the railing. Hold on, hold on. Keep your eyes
closed.
Rose: (laughs)
Jack: Do you trust me?
Rose: I trust you.
Jack: (lifts her hands up) All right, open your eyes.
Rose: (gasps) Im flying! Jack!
Jack: (puts his hands in hers and sings) Come Josephine in my
flying machine going up, she goes up, she goes...submitted by Monica
Old Rose: That was the last time Titanic ever saw daylight. submitted by Melanie
Brock: So we're up to dusk the
night of the sinking. Six hours to go.
Bodine: Incredible! There's Smith and he's standing there and
hes got the iceberg warning in his fucking hand...excuse
me, his hand, and hes ordering more speed!
Brock: 26 years of experience working against him. He figures
anything big enough to sink the ship they're gonna to see in time
to turn. But the ship's too big, with too small a rudder...
doesnt corner worth a damn. Everything he knows is wrong. submitted by
Colleen
Rose: Will this light do? Don't
artists need good light?
Jack (bad French accent): Zat is true, but Im not used to
working in such 'orreeble conditions. submitted by Morgan
Rose: Cal insists on carting this
hideous thing everywhere. submitted by bandaid
Jack: Should we be expecting him anytime soon?
Rose: Not as long as the cigars and brandy hold out. submitted by Colleen
Jack: What is it? A sapphire?
Rose: A diamond. A very rare diamond. Jack, I want you to draw me
like your French girl. Wearing this. (she smiles at him)
Jack: All right.
Rose: Wearing only this. submitted by Colleen
Rose: The last thing I need is
another picture of me looking like a porcelain doll. As a
paying customer (gives Jack a dime), I expect to get what I want.
submitted by Gina
Jack: Over...on the bed...the
couch. Lie down. submitted
by Matilda
(note: Leonardo DiCaprio really made this mistake. The script
said lay on the couch, but the director kept it in
because it seemed more natural. submitted by Tina)
Rose: I believe you are blushing,
Mr. Big Artiste. I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing.
Jack: He does landscapes. submitted by Gina
Rose: So serious!
Old Rose: My heart was pounding the
whole time. It was the most erotic moment of my life... up till
then at least. submitted
by Matilda
Bodine: So, what happened next?
Old Rose: You mean, did we "do it"? Sorry to disappoint
you Mr. Bodine. Jack was very professional. submitted by Bridget
Cal: Its a ship, theres only so many places she could be. Lovejoy, find her! submitted by Melissa Ann and Lynnae
Jack: Pretty tough for a valet this
fella; seems more like a cop!
Rose: I think he was! submitted
by Kristine
Engine room worker: What are you two doing down here? Shouldnt be down here, it could be dangerous. submitted by Melissa Ann
Jack (while running through the engine room): Carry on! Dont mind us. Youre doing a great job, keep up the good work!
Jack: Where to, Miss?
Rose: To the stars. submitted
by Barbara and Jackie
Jack: Are you nervous?
Rose: No. submitted by
Jen
Rose: Put your hands on me Jack. submitted by Penny and Nina
Lookout: You know, I can smell ice when its near. submitted by Colleen
Rose: You're trembling.
Jack: Dont worry, I'll be all right. submitted by Jamie
Coal Burner: They went down there.
Worker: Right, later. (walks over to the car, sees a hand print
and signals to the other attendant. Opens the door.) Got you!
Roses note reads: Darling, now you can keep us both locked in your safe. submitted by Melissa Ann
Lee: Look! Theyre a bit
warmer than we are! submitted
by Megan
Fleet: Well if that's what it takes for us to get warm, I'd
rather not, if it's all the same to you. submitted by Melissa Ann
(sees iceberg and calls)
Lookout 2: Pick up you bastards! Is there anyone there? submitted by JG/Maverick
Crew Member: Yes? What do you see?
Lookout 2: ICEBERG RIGHT AHEAD!
Crew Member: Thank you. submitted by Colleen
Lookout 1: Smell ice can ya?
Bleedin Christ. submitted
by Melissa Ann
Cal: Something is wrong! Something was stolen from me tonight! submitted by Heather
Cal: Two things dear to me have
disappeared this evening. Now that one is back...(he looks from
Rose to Jack) ... I have a pretty good idea where to find the
other. (to Master at Arms) Search him.
Jack: This is horseshit. Dont you believe it, Rose,
dont! submitted
by Melissa Ann
Rose: He couldnt have...
Cal: Of course, he could. Its easy enough for a
professional.
Rose: ...but I was with him the whole time. This is absurd.
Cal: Perhaps he did it while you were putting your clothes back
on, dear. submitted by
Megan
Jack: Real slick, Cal. Rose, they put it in my pocket.
Lovejoy: Shut up! This isnt even your pocket, is it son?
Property of A.L. Reisson.
Master-at-arms: That was reported stolen today.
Jack: I just borrowed it. I was going to return it. submitted by Tina
Cal: Oh, an honest thief! submitted by Melissa Ann
Jack: You know I didnt do it. You know me, Rose! submitted by Zari
Andrews: She can stay afloat with
the first four compartments breached. But not five. Not five. As
she goes down by the head the water will spill over the tops of
the bulkheads...at E Deck... from one to the next... back and
back. There's no stopping it.
Smith: The pumps? If we open the doors...
Andrews: The pumps buy you time...but minutes only. From this
moment, no matter what I do, Titanic will founder. submitted by Melissa Ann
Ismay: But this ship can't sink!
Andrews: Shes made of iron, sir. I assure you, she can. And
she will. It is of mathematical certainty.
Smith: How much time?
Andrews: An hour, two at most. submitted by S.C.
Smith: And how many aboard, Mr. Murdoch?
Murdoch: Two thousand two hundred souls on board, sir.
Smith: Well, I believe you may get your headlines, Mr. Ismay. submitted by Claire and Christina
Steward Barnes: Mr. Hockely.
Cal: Not now, were busy.
Steward Barnes: Sir, I've been told to ask you to please put your
lifebelts on and come up to...
Cal: I said not now.
Steward: I'm sorry to inconvenience you but it's Captain's
orders. Now please dress warmly, it's quite cold tonight. Now may
I suggest top coats and hats? (he hands a lifebelt to Rose) Not
to worry, miss, I'm sure it's just a precaution. submitted by Colleen
Rose: Mr. Andrews, I saw the
iceberg. And I see it in your eyes. Please tell me the truth.submitted by Bridget
Andrews: The ship will sink.
Rose: For certain?
Andrews: In an hour or so... all this... will be at the bottom of
the Atlantic.
Cal: What?
Andrews: Please tell only who you must, I don't want to be
responsible for a panic. And get to a boat quickly. Don't wait.
You remember what I told you about the boats?
Rose: Yes, I understand. submitted by Colleen
Little boy: What are we doing,
mummy?
Woman: We're just waiting, dear. When they finish putting First
Class people in the boats, they'll be startin' with us, and we'll
want to be all ready, won't we? submitted by Colleen
Lovejoy: You know...I believe this ship may sink. (crosses to Jack) I've been asked to give you this small token of our appreciation...(He punches Jack hard in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him.) Compliments of Mr. Caledon Hockley.
Cal: Any room for a gentleman, gentleman? submitted by Megan
Ruth: Will the lifeboats be seated
according to class? I hope they're not too crowded. submitted by Lauren
Rose: Oh, Mother shut up! Don't you understand? The water is
freezing and there aren't enough boats... not enough by half.
Half the people on this ship are going to die. submitted by meghan
Cal: Not the better half. submitted by Claire and Christina
Molly: Come on, Ruth, get in the boat. First class seats right up
here.
Cal: You know, its a pity I didnt keep that drawing.
Itll be worth a lot more by morning. submitted by Lauren
Rose: You unimaginable bastard.
Molly: Come on, Rose darlin. Theres plenty of room
for you. Come on Rose, youre next darlin.
Ruth: Come into the boat, Rose. Rose get into the boat. Rose...
Rose: Goodbye, mother.
Ruth: Rose, Rose! Come back!
Cal: Where are you going? To him? Is that it? To be a whore to a
gutter rat? submitted
by Melissa Ann
Rose: I'd rather be his whore than your wife. submitted by Aleksandra
[Rose spits at Cal]
Rose: Mr. Andrews! Mr. Andrews!
Thank God! Where would the Master at Arms take someone under
arrest?!
Andrews: You have to get to a boat right away!
Rose: No! I'm doing this with or without your help, sir. But
without will take longer. submitted by Colleen
Andrews: Take the elevator to the very bottom, go to the left,
then go right and left again at the stairs. Youll come to a
long corridor down the crewman's passage, take a left again, then
a right.
Jack (handcuffed to the post): Oh! This could be bad. submitted by R.S.
Rose: Jack? Jack! Jack! Jack!
Jack: (bangs handcuffs) Rose!
Rose: Jack!
Jack: Im in here. Im in here!
Rose: Jack, Jack, ... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.
Jack: That guy Lovejoy put it in my pocket.
Rose: I know, I know. I know, I know.
Jack: Listen Rose youre going to have to find a spare key.
Look in that right there. Its a little silver one, Rose.
Rose: These are all brass ones.
Jack: Check right here, Rose. Rose, how did you find out I didn't
do it?
Rose: I didn't. I just realized I already knew.
Jack: All right Rose, listen.
Youre gonna have to go find some help. Itll be all
right.
Rose: Be right back.
Jack: Ill just wait here! submitted by Amanda
Rose: I need your help! There is a
man down here and he is trapped.
Steward: Yes, yes all right theres no need to panic.
Its all right.
Rose: Please, Im not panicking. You're going the wrong way!
Let go of me. Listen.
(punches him in the nose.)
Steward: To Hell with you! submitted by Colleen
Jack: Wait! Try a couple of
practice swings over there. submitted by Tina
[Rose hefts the ax and thunks it into a wooden cabinet.]
Jack: Good, now try to hit the same mark again, Rose.
[She swings hard and the blade thunks in four inches from the
mark.]
Jack: Okay, that's enough practice. Cmon Rose, you can do
it. Listen, just hit it really hard and really fast. Cmon
wait, open your arms up a little bit more. Good. I trust you. Go.
Rose: Like that?
Jack: Right.
[Rose whacks the ax and the two cuffs separate.]
Jack: You did it! Cmon lets go Rose. You did it! (he
jumps down to Rose, hugs and kisses her, and they swim out of the
room together) submitted
by Jennifer
Jack: Oh, shit this is cold! Oh shit! Shit! Shit! submitted by Anne
[Rose and Jack break through the
wall]
Steward: What do you think youre doing? Youll have to
pay for that, you know. That's White Star Line property--
Jack and Rose: Shutup!
Andrews: Mr. Lightoller? Why are
the boats being launched half full?!
Lightoller: Not now, Mr. Andrews.
Andrews: There, look... twenty or so in a boat with room for
sixty five. And I saw one boat with only twelve. Twelve!
Lightoller: Well...we werent sure of the weight... These
boats may buckle.
Andrews: They were tested in Belfast with the weight of 70 men.
Now fill them, Mr. Lightoller. For God's sake, man!
Tommy: For Gods sake, man, there are children down here! Let us out, so we can have a chance! submitted by Melissa Ann
Rose: Colonel, are there any more
boats on that side?
Gentleman: No miss, but there are a couple of boats all the way
forward. This way, Ill lead. submitted by Colleen
Tommy: Music to drown by. Now I know Im in first class. submitted by Tina
Third Class Man: Therell be another boats for the daddies. This boats for the mommies and the children. You hold mommys hand and be a good little good. submitted by Colleen
Jack: Go on, Ill get the next
one.
Rose: No, not without you.
Jack: Ill be all right. Listen, Ill be fine. Im
a survivor all right. Dont worry about me. Now go on, get
on. submitted by Burdy
Cal: I have an arrangement with an officer on the other side of
the ship. Jack and I can get off safely...both of us.
Jack: See? Ive got my own boat to catch.
[boat holding Rose lowers]
Cal: Youre a good liar.
Jack: Almost as good as you. submitted by EMI
Jack: Theres no arrangement
is there?
Cal: Oh there is, not that youll benefit much from it...I
always win, Jack, one way or another. submitted by Brandy
[Rose is in the boat and it is
being lowered. She looks up at Jack and he nods for her to go on.
She looks from Jack, to the seamen, to the other women in the
boat, and back to Jack. She sees his tears and throws herself out
of the boat onto A-Deck]
Jack: (leaning over the side of B-Deck) Rose! Rose! What are you
doing? No!
[Jack runs down to A-Deck to find her. They meet at the bottom of
the stairs, in the A-Deck foyer, and embrace]
Jack: Rose, youre so stupid. Whyd you do that, huh?
Youre so stupid, Rose. Why did you do that? Why?
Rose: You jump, I jump, right?
Jack: Right
Cal (calling to them): I hope you enjoy your time together!! submitted by KJS
Lovejoy: What could possible be
funny? submitted by Sarah
Cal: I put the diamond in the coat. And I put my coat...on her.
submitted by Colleen
Jack: Wait! Sir! Sir, open the gate
please.
Rose: Help us! Please! Help us!
Crew: Bloody hell1
Rose and Jack: Cmon, cmon.
Crewman: (tries but drops the keys) Im sorry, I dropped the
keys.
Tommy: Will you give us a chance to live, you limey bastards!
Cal: Mr. Murdock, we had a deal,
damn you. submitted by
Melissa Ann
Mr. Murdoch: Your money cant save you anymore that it can
save me. submitted by
Colleen
Fabrizio: Bastardo!
[Murdoch salutes]
Lightoller: No, Will!
[Murdoch falls into the water after shooting himself] submitted by Melissa Ann
Rose: Won't you even make a try for
it?
Andrews: I'm sorry that I didn't build you a stronger ship, young
Rose. Wait. (hands her his life belt) Good luck to the both of
you.
Rose: And to you. submitted
by Colleen
Guggenheim: We have dressed in our best and are prepared to go down as gentlemen. But we would like a brandy. submitted by Melissa Ann
Hartley: Right, that's it then.
[They leave him. Hartley puts his violin to his chin and bows the
first notes of "Nearer My God to Thee". Without a word
they walk back and take their places.]
Woman: And so they lived happily together for three hundred years in the Land of Tearnennog, land of eternal youth and beauty.
Hartley: Gentlemen, it has been a privilege playing with you tonight.
Jack: We have to stay on the ship as long as possible. submitted by Kate
Man: Yeah, though I walk through
the valley of the shadow of death--
Jack: You wanna walk a little faster through that valley there?
Rose: Jack...this is where we first met! submitted by Aramesh
Father Byles: He shall wipe every tear from their eyes. And there shall be no more death. submitted by Colleen
Molly Brown: God Almighty.
Jack: The ship is gonna suck us
down. Keep to the surface and keep kicking. Do not let go of my
hand. We're gonna make it Rose. Trust me.
Rose: I trust you.
Jack (in the water, pulling man off Rose): Get off of her! submitted by Tina
Molly: I don't understand a one of
you. What's the matter with ya? It's your men out there!
Theres plenty a' room for more.
Hitchins: And therell be one less on this boat if you
dont shut that hole in yer face! submitted by Colleen
Rose: It's getting quiet.
Jack: Its just gonna take a couple of minutes to get the
boats organized... I don't know about you, but I intend to write
a strongly worded letter to the White Star Line about all this.
Rose: I love you, Jack.
Jack: Dont you do that! Don't say your good-byes. Not yet.
Do you understand me?
Rose: I'm so cold.
Jack: Listen Rose, you're gonna get out of here...you're going to
go on and you're going to make babies and watch them grow and
you're going to die an old lady, warm in your bed.
Not here. Not this night. Not like this. Do you understand me?
Rose: I can't feel my body.
Jack: Winning that ticket was the best thing that ever happened
to me. It brought me to you. And I'm thankful, Rose. I'm
thankful.
Jack: You must do me this honor...
you must promise me you will survive... that you will never give
up...no matter what happens...no matter how hopeless...promise me
now, and never let go of that promise.
Rose: I promise.
Jack: Never let go.
Rose: I will never let go, Jack. I'll never let go.
Rose: "Come Josephine in my flying machine..."
Rose: Jack. Jack. Jack. Jack. Theres a boat. Jack? Jack? Jack? Jack! Jack! Theres a boat, Jack. Oh Jack. [starts crying] Come back. Come back! Come back! Come back! Come back! Come back! Come back!
Rose: Ill never let go, I
promise.
[She releases him and he sinks into the black water.]
Old Rose: Fifteen hundred people went into the sea when Titanic sank from under us. There were twenty boats floating nearby and only one came back. One. Six were saved from the water, myself included. Six out of fifteen hundred.
Old Rose: Afterward, the seven hundred people in the boats had nothing to do but wait...wait to die, wait to live, wait for an absolution that would never come.
Carpathia Steward: Sir I dont
think youll find any of your people back here, sir. It's
all steerage.
[Cal ignores him and goes amongst this wrecked group, looking
under shawls and blankets at one bleak face after another.]
Old Rose: Thats the last time I ever saw him. He married, of course, and inherited his millions. But the crash of 29 hit his interests hard, and he put a pistol in his mouth that year...or so I read.
Immigration Officer: Can I take
your name please, Love?
Rose: Dawson. Rose Dawson.
Bodine: We never found anything on Jack. There's no record of him at all.
Old Rose: No, there wouldn't be, would there? And I've never spoken of him until now, not to anyone. (to Lizzy) Not even your grandfather. A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets. But now you know there was a man named Jack Dawson, and that he saved me, in every way that a person can be saved. (closing her eyes) I don't even have a picture of him. He exists now only in my memory.
Brock: Three years Ive thought of nothing except Titanic, but I never got it. I never let it in.
[Old Rose throws the Heart of the
Ocean in the North Atlantic over the resting spot of Titanic. She
lays down to sleep and passes away. After she passes, her spirit
flows through the water to the Titanic to be with Jack Dawson and
all 1500 members of R.M.S.
TITANIC. submitted by
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