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Lizzy: You actually believe this is you, grandma?
Old Rose: It is me, dear. Wasn't I a dish?
Old Rose: This was mine. How extraordinary! And it looks the same as when I last
used it. ...The reflection's changed a bit.
Old Rose: Thank you for that fine forensic analysis, Mr. Bodine. Of course the
experience of it was somewhat different...
Rose: Titanic was called the Ship of Dreams. And it was. It really was...
Jack: We are the luckiest sons of bitches in the world, you know that?
Fabrizio: I can see the Statue of Liberty already.
(grinning at Jack) Very small...of course.
Jack: I'm the king of the world!
Molly Brown: Who came up with the name Titanic? Was it you, Bruce?
Ismay: Yes, actually. I wanted to convey sheer size, and size means stability,
luxury, and above all, strength.
Rose: Do you know of Dr. Freud, Mr. Ismay? His ideas of the male preoccupation
with size might be of particular interest to you.
Tommy: That's typical. First class dogs come down here to take a shit.
Jack: That's so we know where we rank in the scheme of things.
Rose: You're crazy!
Jack: That's what everybody says, but with all due respect miss, I'm not the one
hanging off the back of a ship here.
Jack Dawson: I love waking up in the morning not knowing where I'm gonna go or
who I'm gonna meet. Just the other 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.
Ruth DeWitt Bukater: Tell us of the accommodations in steerage, Mr. Dawson. I
hear they're quite good on this ship.
Jack: The best I've seen, ma'am. Hardly any rats.
Rose: now they retreat into a cloud of smoke and congratulate each other on being
masters of the universe.
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.
Rose: The last thing I need is another picture of me looking like a porcelain
doll.
Rose: I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste. I can't imagine Monsieur
Monet blushing.
Jack: He does landscapes.
Bodine: What, uh... happened next?
Old Rose: You mean, did we "do it"?
Fleet: Is someone there?
Moody: Yes. What do you see?
Fleet: Iceberg right ahead!
Moody: Thank you.
Andrews: The pumps will buy you time, but minutes only. From this moment, no
matter what we do, Titanic will founder.
Ismay: But this ship can't sink!
Andrews: She is made of iron, sir. I assure you, she can. And she *will*. It is
a mathematical certainty.
Ruth: Will the lifeboats be seated according to class? I hope they aren't too
crowded.
Rose: Oh mother, shut up! Don't you understand? The water is freezing and there
aren't enough boats. Not enough by half. Half the people on this ship are going
to die.
Caledon: Not the better half.
Molly Brown: Come on Ruth, first-class seats are right up here.
Caledon: You know, it's a pity I didn't keep that drawing. It'll be worth a lot
more by morning.
Rose: You unimaginable bastard!
Cal: Where are you going? To him? To be a whore to a gutter rat?
Rose: I'd rather be his whore than your wife
Jack: So... how did you find out I didn't do it?
Rose: I didn't. I just realized I already knew.
Tommy Ryan: Music to drown by. Now I know I'm in first class.
Jack: You must do me this honor... 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 promise. I will never let go, Jack. I'll never let go.
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