Brock: Dive 6. Here were are again on the deck of Titanic, 2 and a half miles down, 3,821 meters. Pressure outside is 3 and a half tons per square inch. These windows are 9 inches thick and if they go its sayonara in 2 microseconds. Alright enough of that bullshit. Just put her on the roof of the officers quarters like yesterday.
Crewman: Sure

[The safe, brought up from the Titanic, is opened and empty.]
Brock: Shit!
Crewman: No diamonds?
Bodine: You know, boss, this same thing happened to Geraldo and his career never recovered.
Brock: Turn the camera off.

[Rose walks towards the the TV, intrigued by talk of Titanic]
Lizzy: What is it, Nana?
Old Rose: Turn that up, dear.
[seeing the portrait of a young woman only wearing a heart-shaped diamond necklace]
Old Rose: I'll be god damned!

Buell: Brock, there's a satellite call for you.
Brock: Bobby, we're launching. You see these submersibles going into the water?
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 wondering if you had found the heart of the ocean yet, Mr. Lovett?
Buell: I told you you'd want to take the call.
Brock: All right, you have my attention, Rose. Can you tell me who the woman in the picture is?
Rose: Oh yes. The woman in the picture is me.

Bodine: She's a god damned lier! Some nut case seeking money or publicity. God only knows what! Like that Russian babe, Anatasia.
Buell: They're in bound!
Bodine: Rose DeWit 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!
Brock: A hundred and one next month.
Bodine: Ok, 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.
Brock: And everybody that knows about the diamond is supposed to be dead or on this boat! But she knows!

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

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 next up. The theory goes that the diamond was chopped too, cut into a heart-like stone that became known as the Heart of the Ocean. Today, it would be worth more than the Hope diamond.
Rose: It was a dreadful heavy thing. I only wore it this once.
Lizzy: You actually think this is you, Nana?
Rose: It is me, dear. Wasn't I a dish?
Brock: I tracked it down through insurance records, an old claim which was settled under terms of absolute secrecy. Can you tell me who the claimant was, Rose?
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 have gone 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: And that makes you my new best friend.

Brock: These are some of the things we recovered from your stateroom.
Rose: This was mine. How extraordinary! And it looks the same as the last time I saw it. Relflection's changed a bit
Brock: Are you ready to go back to Titanic?

Bodine: Okay, 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 20-30 thousands tons, okay? The hull's not designed to deal with that kind of 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 fianlly detaches. Now the stern section just kinda bobs there like a cork for a couple minutes, floods and fianlly goes under about 2:20 am. Two hours and forty minutes after the collision. The bow section planes away, landing about a half a mile away, doing 20-30 knots when it hits the ocean floor. Pretty cool, huh?
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?
[Rose walks to the TV with Titanic on it, puts her hands to her face and starts to cry.]
Lizzy: I'm taking her to rest.
Rose: NO!
Lizzy: Come on, Nana.
Rose: NO!

Rose: It's been 84 years..
Brock: It's okay, just try to remember anything, anything at all.
Rose: Do you want to hear this 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...

[The movie shifts to April 10, 1912, Titanic's maiden voyage]

Rose: I don't see what all the fuss is about. It doesn't look any bigger than the Mauretania.
Cal: You can be blase 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.
Ruth: So this is the ship they say is unsinkable?
Cal: It is unsinkable. God himself could not sink this ship.
Steward: You have to check your baggage through the main terminal. It's round that way sir.
Cal: I put my faith in you good sir. Now kindly see my man here.
Rose: It was the ship of dreams..to everyone else. To me it was like 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.

Fabrizio: You bet everything!
Jack: When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose.

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 and looks sure of himself)
Jack: Oh, two pair. I'm sorry Fabrizio
Fabrizio: (says something in Spanish)
Jack: I'm sorry, you're not going to see your mom for a long time..cause we're going to America! Full house boys!!
Olaf: Din Javel(tranlated: very bad word in Swedish)
Fabrizio: I go to America!
Pub keeper: No mates, Titanic go to America in five minutes!
Jack: Shit, five minutes!!

Jack: (running to the ship) C'mon I thought you were fast!

Officer: Have you been through the inspection queue?
Jack: Of course! Anyway, we don't have any lice, we're Americans..both of us.
Officer: Right. Come aboard.
Jack: We're the luckiest sons of bitches in the world, you know that?

[Jack and Fabrizio look over the railing and wave to the people on land]
Fabrizio: You know somebody?
Jack: Of course not, that not the point. Goodbye! I'll miss you!!
Fabrizio: Goodbye, I will never forget you!!

Maid: This one?
Rose: No, it had a lot of faces on it. This is the one.
Maid: Would you like them all out Miss? (taking out Rose's drawings out)
Rose: Yes. We need a little color in this room.
Cal: God, not those finger paintings again. They certainly were a waste of money.
Rose: The difference between Cal's taste in art and mine is that I have some. They're fascinating. Like being inside a dream or something. There's truth but no logic.
Maid: What's the artist's name?
Rose: Something Picasso
Cal: Something Picasso? He won't amount to a thing. He won't trust me! (to Lovejoy) At least they were cheap.
Rose: Put the DeGa in the bedroom.
Lovejoy: Put it in the wardrobe.

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 with her bags): Well, I wasn't about to wait around all day for you soony. Here, if you think you can manage.
Rose: Her husband had struck gold someplace out west, and she was what Mother called new money. By the next afternoon, we were steaming westward from the coast of Ireland, with nothing out ahead of us but ocean...

Captain Smith: Take her to sea, Mr Murdoch. Let's stretch her legs.
Mr. Murdoch: Yes sir! All ahead full, Mr. Moody
Mr. Moody: Very good sir.
Mr. Murdoch: 21 knots sir

Fabrizio: I can see the Statue of Liberty already. Very small, of course!
Jack: I'm the king of the world!!

Ismay: She is the largest moving object ever created by the hand of men in all history. And our master shipbuilder, Mr. Andrews here, designed her from the keel plates up.
Mr. 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 supremecy would never be challenged. And here she is, willed into solid reality.
[Rose lights a cigarette]
Ruth: You know I don't like that, Rose.
Cal: She knows. [He puts the cigarette out]
Cal: [ordering food] We'll both have the lamb. Rare, with very little mint sauce. You like lamb, right sweet pea?
Molly: You gonna cut her meat for her too there Cal? Hey, 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.
Rose: Do you know of Dr. Freud, Mr. Ismay? His ideas about the male preoccupation might be of particular interest to you.
Ruth: What has gotten into you? [Rose says excuse me and 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?
Mr. Ismay: Freud? Who is he? Is he a passenger?

Fabrizio: The ship is nice, eh?
Tommy: Yea, its an Irish ship.
Fabrizio: It's English...no?
Tommy: No, it was built in Ireland. Fifteen thousand Irishmen built this ship. Solid as a rock. Big Irish hounds. [Stewards walk past, walking the first class dogs] Oh, that's typical...First class dogs come down here to take a shit.
Jack: Let's us know were we rank in the scheme of things.
Tommy: Like we could forget. I'm Tommy Ryan.
Jack: Jack Dawson
Fabrizio: Fabrizio
Tommy: You make any money with your drawings? [Jack looks up and sees Rose standing at the railing] 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.

[Jack sees Rose almost jumping of the ship]
Jack: Don't do it!!
Rose: Stay back! Don't come any closer!!
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 throws his cigarette over the railing.]
Jack: No, you won't.
Rose: What do you mean, "No I won't?". Don't presume to tell me what I will or 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 going to have to jump in there after you.
Rose: Don't be absurd. You'd be killed.
Jack: I'm a good swimmer
Rose: The fall alone would kill you.
Jack: It would hurt, I'm not saying it wouldn't. To tell the truth, I'm a lot more concerned about the water being so cold.
Rose: How cold?
Jack: Freezing...maybe a couple degrees over. You ever been to Wisconsin?
Rose: What?
Jack: Well, they have some of the coldest winters around. I grew up there, near Chippewa Falls. I remember when I was a kid, me and my father, we went ice fishing out on Lake Wissota. Ice fishing is, you know, where you...
Rose: I KNOW WHAT ICE FISHING IS!!!
Jack: Sorry, you just seem like, you know, kind of an indoor girl. Anyway, I fell through some thin ice, and I'm telling you, water that cold, like right down there, it hits you like a thousand knives all over your body. You can't breathe, you can't think..at least about anything but the pain. Which is why I'm not looking forward to jumping in there after you. But like I said, I don't have a choice. I guess I'm kinda hoping you'll come bak over the rail and get me off the hook here.
Rose: You're crazy!!
Jack: That's what everybody says. But, with all due respect miss, I'm not the one hanging off the back of a ship here. C'mon, give me your hand. You don't want to do this.
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]
Rose: Help me, please!!!! Please help me!!
Jack: Listen, listen to me. I've got you, now pull yourself up. C'mon.
[Jack starts to pull Rose up, but she slips again. Rose pulls herself up, and they fall on the deck. Jack is on top of her.]
Officer: What's all this? You stand back and don't move an inch. [To other officers] Fetch the Master-at-Arms.

Cal: Completely unacceptable! What made you think that you could put your hands on my fiancee. Look at me you filth!
Rose: Cal
Cal: What did you think you were doing?
Rose: Cal stop, it was an accident
Cal: An accident?
Rose: Stupid really. I was leaning over and I 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 the propellers
Gracie: 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
Gracie: Well, the boy's a hero then. Good for you son, well done. So, all's well and back to our brandy, eh?
Cal: You must be feezing, let's get you inside
Gracie: 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 dipleased, what to do. I know...[speaks 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, it's settled then..[to Gracie] This should be interesting
Jack: [whistles for Lovejoy] Can I uh bum a smoke?
Lovejoy: 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

Cal: I know you've been melancoly. I don't pretend to know why. I intended to save this until the engagement gala next week, but I thought tonight...
Rose: Good gracious!
Cal: Perhaps it's 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 La Couer de la Mer.
Cal and Rose: The Heart of the Ocean
Cal: Yes.
Rose: It's overwhelming
Cal: Well, it's for royalty. We are royalty, Rose. You know, there's nothing I couldn't give you, there's nothing I'd deny you. If you would not deny me. Oh, open your heart to me, Rose.

Jack: Well, I've been on my own since I was 15. Since my folks died. And I had not brothers or sisters or close kin in that part of the country so I lit on out of there and I haven't been back since. You can just call me a tumbleweed blowing in the wind. 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 you 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 is 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 her left hand and shows him the 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.
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 just answer the question?
Rose: This is absurd! You don't know me and I don't know you and we are not having this conversation at all. You are rude and uncouth and presumptuous and I am leaving and I am leaving now. Jack..Mr. Dawson, it's been a pleasure. I sought you out to thank you and now I have thanked you..
Jack: And you've insulted me
Rose: Well, you deserved
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 are carrying around? [grabs Jack's sketch book and starts to look through it] So, what are you, and 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 porr...well, uh, a person of limited means.
Jack: Go on, a poor guy. You can say it.
Rose: Well, well, well. [looks at pictures of naked women] And these were drawn from life?
Jack: Well, that's one of the good things about Paris. Lots of girls willing to take their clothes off.
Rose: You liked this woman. You used her several times.
Jack: Well, she had beautiful ahnds, you see.
Rose: I think you must have had a love affair with her.
Jack: No, no, no, just with her hands. She was a one-legged prostitute. See.
Rose: Oh.
Jack: Ah, she had a good sense of humor though. Oh and this lady. She used to sit at this bar every night wearing every piece of jewelery she owned just waiting for her long lost love. We called her Madame Bijou. She 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 wouldn't have jumped.

Countess: Look, here comes that vulgar Brown woman.
Ruth: Quickly get up before she sits with us.
Molly: Hello girls, I was hoping I would catch you at tea.
Ruth: We're awfully sorry, you missed it. The Countess and I were just about to take the air on the boat deck.
Molly: What a lovely idea. I need to catch up on my gossip.

Mr. Ismay: So, you've not yet lit the last four boilers?
Captain: No, I don't see the need. We are makng excellent time.
Ismay: The press knows the size of Titanic, now I want them to marvel at her speed. We must give them something new to print. This maiden voyage of Titanic must make headlines!!
Captain: Mr. Ismay, I would prefer not to push the engines until they have been properly run in.
Ismay: Of course, I am just a passenger. I leave it to your good offices to decide what's best. But what a glorious end to your final crossing if we were to get into New York on Tuesday night and surprise them all. Make the morning paper. Retire with a bang, eh EJ? Ah, good man.

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 potraits there for ten cents a piece.
Rose: Why can't I be like you Jack? Just head out for the horizen whenever I feel like it. Say we'll go there sometime, to that pier. Even if we only ever just talk about it.
Jack: No, we'll do it. We'll drink cheap beer, we'll ride on the roller coaster until we throw up, then we'll ride horses on the beach, right in the surf. But you'll have to do it like a real cowboy, none of that side saddle 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 didn't teach you that in finishing school?
Rose: No!
Jack: C'mon, I'll show you. Let's do it.
Rose: Jack, no
Jack: Aw, c'mon
Rose: Jack, no. Wait! Jack!
Jack: C'mon Rose!
Rose: No, Jack. I couldn't possibly, Jack!
Jack: Watch closely.
[spits over the rail]
Rose: That's disgusting!
Jack: All right, your turn.
[she spits over the rail]
Jack: That was pitiful. C'mon, you really gotta hock it back. You know, get some leverage to it, use your arms, arch your neck
[he spits again]
Jack: See the range on that thing?
[she spits again]
Jack: Ah, that was better. You gotta work on it. Really try to hock it up and get some body to it, you know. You gotta...
[Ruth and friends walk by, and Jack has to swallow his spit]
Rose: Mother, may I introduce Jack Dawson.
Ruth: Charmed, I'm sure.
Old Rose: The others where gracious and curious about the man who'd saved my life. But my mother, looked at him like an insect. A dangerous insect, which must be squashed quickly.
Molly: Well, Jack, sounds like you're a good man to have around in a sticky spot.
[trumpet sounds for dinner]
Molly: Why do they insist on annoucing dinner like a damn calvery charge?
Rose: Shall we go dress, Mother? See you at dinner Jack.
Molly: Uh, son? Son, do you have the slightest comprehension of what you're doing?
Jack: Not really
Molly: Well, you're about to go into the snake pit. What are you planning to wear?
[jack gestures toward his clothes]
Molly: I figured. Come on.

Molly: I was right! You and my son are just about the same size.
Jack: Pretty close
Moly: You shine up like a new penny.

[Rose walks to the bottom of the stairs and meets Jack]
Jack: [kisses her hand] I saw that in a nickelodeon once and I always wanted to do it.
Rose: [to Cal and Ruth] Darling, surely you remember Mr. Dawson.
Cal: Dawson! Why its amazing! You could almost pass for a gentleman.
Jack: Almost

Rose: That's the Countess of Rothes. And over there is John Jacob Astor, the richest man on the ship. His little wifey there, Madeline, is my age and in a delicate condition. She how's she's trying to hide it? Quite the scandal. And over here we have Sir Cosmos and Lucy Lady Duff Gordon. She makes naughty lingerie, among her many talents. Very popular with the royals.
Molly: Care the escort a lady to dinner?
Jack: Certainly
Molly: Ain't nothing to it is there Jack? Remember they love money, so just pretend like you own a gold mine and you're in the club.
Rose: J.J., Madeline, I would like you to meet Jack Dawson.
J.J. Astor: Are you of the Boston Dawsons?
Jack: No, the Chippawa Falls Dawsons actually.

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....
Ruth: 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.
Cal: Mr. Dawson is joining us from the third class. He was of some assistance to my fiancee last night.
Jack: [looking at his silverware] Are these all for me?
Molly: Just start from the outside and work your way in.
Rose: It turns out that Mr. Dawson is quite a fine artist. He was kind enough to show me some of his work today.
Cal: Rose and I differ somewhat in our definition of fine art. Not to impugn your work sir.
[Jack shakes his head and says no quietly]
Waiter: How do you take your cavier sir?
Jack: No cavier 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 I'm on God's good humor.
Ruth: And how is it that you have means to travel?
Jack: I work my way from place to place, you know, tramp steamers and stuff. But I won my ticket on Titanic here in a lucky hand of poker. A very lucky hand.
Gracie: All life is a game of luck
Cal: A real man makes his own luck, Archie. Right, Dawson?
Ruth: And you find that sort of ruthless existance appealing, do you?
Jack: Well, yes ma'am I do. I've got everything I need right here; 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 who I'm going to 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. [to waiter]I'll take some more of that. I figure life's a gift and I don't intend on wasting it. You never know what hand you're 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.
Molly: Well said, Jack
Gracie: Here, here.
Rose: To making it count
All: To making it count!
Molly: And Mr. Brown had no idea I'd hid the money in the stove. So he comes home drunk as a pig celebrating and he lights a fire.
Rose: Next it will brandies in the smoking room.
Gracie: Join me in brandy gentlemen?
Rose: Now they will retreat into a cloud of smoke and congratulate each other on being masters of the universe.
Gracie: Joining us Dawson? Well, you don't want to stay out here with the women do you?
Jack: No, thanks I have to be heading back
Cal: Probably best. Be all business and politics, that sort of thing. Wouldn't interest you. Oh, and Dawson, good of you to come.

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]

Jack's note reads: Make it count. Meet me at the clock.

Jack: [at the clock and talking to Rose] So, you wanna go to a real party?

Man: Pratar du Svenska? [translated: Do you speak Swedish?]
Rose: I can't understand you!
Jack: [to Cora, the little girl he was dancing with] I'm going to dance with her now, all right? C'mon.
Rose: What?
Jack: C'mon. Come with me.
Rose: What? Jack, wait. I can't do this.
Jack: We're going to have to get a little closet like this. You're still my best girl, Cora
Rose: I don't know the steps!
Jack: Neither do I, just go with it. Don't think.

Rose: What? You think a first class girl can't drink? So, you think you're big tough men? Let's see you do this.
[Rose stands on her toes, and then falls in Jack's arms]
Woman: Jesus Mary and Joseph!
Rose: I haven't done that in years!

Cal: I had hoped you would come to me last night.
Rose: I was tired.
Cal: You're exertions below decks were no doubt exhausting.
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 that 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. 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 anyway unclear?
Rose: No.
Cal: Excuse me.

Ruth: You are not to see that boy again, so 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 is 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 a 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 ensure our survival.
Rose: How can you put this on my shoulders?
Ruth: Why are you being so selfish?
Rose: I'm being selfish?
Ruth: Do you want to see me working as a seamstress? Is that what you want? To see our fine things sold at auctions, our memories scattered to the wind?
Rose: It's so unfair.
Ruth: Of course it's unfair. We're women. Our choices are never easy.

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, I'm afraid I don't. Now you're going to have to turn around.
[sees Lovejoy coming toward him]
Jack: He'll tell you.
Lovejoy: Mr. Hockley and Mrs. DeWitt Bukater continue to be most apreciative of your assistance. They asked me to give you this in gratitude---
[He holds out two twenty dollar bills, which Jack refuses]
Jack: I don't want your money. Please, I just....
Lovejoy: ...and 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 to were he belongs and that he stays there. [Lovejoy gives the twenties to the stewards]
Stewards: Yes sir! Come along you.

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.
Mr. Andrews: About half, actually. Rose, you miss nothing do you? In fact, I put 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 to cluttered. So I was overruled.
Cal: It's a waste of deck space already on an unsinkable ship!
Mr. Andrews: Sleep soundly, young Rose. I have built you a good ship, strong and true. She's all the lifeboat you need. Just keep heading aft. The next stop will be the engine room.

[Jack grabs Rose and pulls her 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, I'm marrying Cal. I love Cal.
Jack: Rose, you're no picnic. You're a spoiled little brat even. But under that you are the most amazingly, astounding, wondergul girl...woman that I've ever known.
Rose: Jack, I....
Jack: Let me try and get this out. You're amazing...I'm not an idiot. I know how the world works. I have ten bucks in my pocket and I have nothing to offer you and I know that. I understand, but I'm too involved now. You jump, I jump remember? I can't turn away without knowing you will be allright. That's all that I want.
Rose: Well, I'm fine. I'll be fine, really.
Jack: Really? I don't think so. They've got you trapped Rose. And you're going to die if you don't break free. Maybe not right away because they're strong. But sooner or later that fire I love about you, that fire is going to burn out.
Rose: It's not up to you to save me Jack.
Jack: You're right. Only you can do that.
Rose: I'm going back. Leave me alone.

Rose: I've changed my mind. They said that you might be up here...
Jack: Sssssh. Give me your hand. Now close your eyes. Go on. Step up. Hold on to the railing. Keep your eyes closed, don't peek.
Rose: I'm 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 arms up] All right, open your eyes.
Rose: [gasps] I'm flying! Jack!!
Jack: [puts his hands in hers and sings] "Come Josephine in my flying machine going up she goes, up she goes...
[They then turn to each other and share their first kiss.]

Old Rose: That was the last time Titanic ever saw daylight.
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 with the iceberg warning in his fucking hand..excuse me, his hand, and he's ordering more speed!
Brock: 26 yeas of experience working against him. He figures anything big enough to sink the ship they're going to see in time to turn. But the ship's too big with too small a rudder....doesn't corner worth a damn. Everything he knows is wrong.

Rose: It's quite proper, I assure you. This is the sitting room. Will this light do?
Jack: What?
Rose: Don't artists need to good light?
Jack: [using a bad French accent] Zat is true, but I'm not used to working in such 'orreeble conditions. [sees painting] Monet!
Rose: You know his work?
Jack: Of course! Look at his use of color here. Isn't he great?
Rose: I know. Isn't it extordinary? [she goes to the safe] Cal insists on carting this hideous thing everywhere.
Jack: Should we be expecting him anytime soon?
Rose: No as long as the cigars and brandy hold out.
[Rose brings over the necklace]
Jack: That's nice. What is it? A sapphire?
Rose: A diamond. A very rare diamond. Jack, I want you to draw me like one of your French girls. Wearing this.
Jack: All right.
Rose: Wearing only this.

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.
[She then takes off her robe]
Jack: Over on the bed..the couch. Lie down.
Rose: Tell me when it looks right.
Jack: Put your arm back the way it was. And out your another arm...hand right by your face there. Now, head down, eyes on me, keep them on me. And try and stay still.
[Jack starts to draw]
Rose: So serious!
[Jack smiles, and continues to draw.]
Rose: I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste. I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing.
Jack: He does landscapes. Now, relax your face. No laughing.

Old Rose: My heart was pounding the whole time. It was the most erotic moment of my life...up until then at least.
Bodine: So what happened next?
Old Rose: You mean, did we do it? Sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Bodine. Jack was very professional.

Lovejoy: None of the stewards have seen her.
Cal: It's a ship. There are only so many places she could be. Lovejoy, find her!

Jack: Pretty tough for a valet, this fellow. Seems more like a cop.
Rose: I like he was!
Jack: Shit! [they run down a hallway] No this way!
[They enter the boiler room]
Rose: Now what?

Engine room worker: What are you two doing down here? You shouldn't be down here it could be dangerous. Run!
Jack: Carry on! Don't mind us, you're doing a great job! Keep up the good work!

[They enter the cargo hold and find a car there]
Jack: Where to miss?
Rose: To the stars.
[She pulls him into the backseat]
Jack: Are you nervous?
Rose: No. Put your hands on me, Jack.
[They make love]
Rose: You're trembling.
Jack: Don't worry, I'll be all right.

Coal Burner: They went down there.
Steward: Right, later. [walks over to the car, sees the hand print and signals the other steward. He opens the door] Got you!

Jack: Did you see those guys' faces? Did you see those...?
Rose: When the ship docks, I am getting off with you.
Jack: This is crazy!
Rose: I know. It doesn't make any sense. That's why I trust it.
[They kiss]
Lee: Look, they're a bit warmer than we are.
Fleet: Well, it that is what it takes for us to get warm, I would rather not if it's all the same to you. [Sees the iceberg] Fuck me! [Calls the bridge] Pick up you bastards! Is there anyone there?
Crew member: Yes, what do you see?
Fleet: ICEBERG RIGHT AHEAD!!!
Crew Member: Thank you.

Lovejoy: We've been looking for you miss [He thens slips the necklace into Jack's pocket]
Rose: Here we go. Something serious has happened
Cal: Yes it has! Indeed. Two things dear to me have disappeared tonight. Now that one is back...[looks between Jack and Rose]..I have a pretty good idea where to find the other. [To the Master-at-Arms] Search him.
Master: Take your coat of son.
Jack: Now what?
Rose: Cal. What are you doing? We are in the middle of an emergency. What's going on?
Steward: Is this it? [He holds up the necklace]
Jack: This is horseshit! Don't you believe it, Rose, don't!
Rose: He couldn't have...
Cal: Of course, he could. It's 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.
Jack: Real slick, Cal. Rose, they put it in my pocket.
Lovejoy: Shut up! This isn't even your pocket, is it son? Property of A.L. Ryerson.
Jack: I just borrowed it. I was going to return it.
CAl: Oh, an honest thief! We have an honest thief here.
Jack: You know I didn't do this Rose. You know it! Don't you believe them Rose. You know it! You know I didn't do it Rose. You know I didn't do it. You know me!

Ismay: This is most unfortunate, Captain!
Mr. Andrews: Water 14 feet above the keel in 10 minutes, in the forepey, in all 3 holds and in boiler room 6.
Carpenter: That's right sir!
Ismay: When can we get underway damnit?
Andrews: That's 5 compartments. She can stay afloat with the first 4 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 will buy you time..but minutes only. From this moment, no matter what I do, Titanic will founder.
Ismay: But this ship can't sink!
Andrews: She's made of iron, sir. I assure she can, and she will. It is a mathematical certainty
Smith: How much time?
Andrews: An hour, two at most.
Smith: And how many abroad Mr. Murdoch?
Murdoch: 2,200 souls on board, sir
Smith: Well, I believe you may get your headlines, Mr. Ismay.

Steward Barnes: Mr. Hockley
Cal: Not now, we're busy
Barnes: Sir, I've been told to ask you to please put your lifebelts on and come up to...
Cal: I said not now
Barnes: 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 topcoats and hats? [he hands a lifebelt to Rose] Not to worry miss, I'm sure its just a precaution

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

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 starting with us and we'll want to be all ready won't we?

Lovejoy: You know, I do believe this ship may sink. [crosses over to Jack] I've been asked to give you this small token of our appreciation... [punches Jack in the stomach]...compliments of Mr. Caledon Hockley

Ruth: Will the lifeboats be seated according to class? I hope they're not too crowded.
Rose: Oh Mother, shut up! Don't you understand? The water is freezing and they're aren't enough boats...not enough by half. Half the people on this ship are going to die
Cal: Not the better half
Molly: Come on Ruth, get in the boat. First Class seats are right up here.
Cal: 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!
Molly: Come on, Rose darlin'. There's plenty of room for you. Come on Rose, you're 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? A whore to a gutter rat?
Rose: I'd rather be his whore than your wife

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 of without your help. But without will take longer.
Andrews: Take the elevator to the very bottom, go to the left down crewman's passage, then go right and left again at the stairs. You'll come to a long corridor.

Rose: Jack? Jack! Jack! Jack!
Jack: Rose!
Rose: Jack!
Jack: I'm in here, I'm 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, you're going to have to find a spare key. Look in that right there. It's a little silver one Rose.
Rose: These are all brass ones.
Jack: Check right here, Rose. Rose, hwo did you find out I didn't do it?
Rose: I didn't. I jsut realized I already knew.
Jack: Keep looking!
Rose: There's no key.
jack: All right Rose, listen. You're going have to go find some help. It'll be all right.
Rose: Be right back
Jack: I'll just wait here!

Rose: I need your help! There is a man down here and he is trapped.
Steward: Yes, yes, all right, there's no need to panic.
Rose: Please, I'm not panicking. You're going the wrong way. Let go of me! Listen! [She punches him in the nose]
Steward: To Hell with you!

Rose: Will this work?
Jack: I guess we'll find out. Come on. Wait, try a couple of practice swings over there.
[She swings and hits the cabinent.
Jack: Good, now try and hit the same mark again, Rose.
[She swings and this time it is about 4 inches off the original mark]
Jack: Ok, that's enough practice. C'mon Rose, you can do it. Listen, just hit it really hard and really fast. C'mon. Wait, open your hands up a little more.
Rose: Like that?
Jack: Good. I trust you. Go!
[Rose swings and the two cuffs separate.]
Jack: You did it! C'mon let's go Rose. Oh shit, this is cold. Oh shit! Shit! Shit!
Rose: [looking down the corridor] This is the way out.
Jack: We'll have to find another way. C'mon.

[Jack and Rose break through the wall]
Steward: What do you think you're doing? You'll have to pay for that you know. That's White Star Line property...
Jack and Rose: Shut Up!!

Andrews: Mr Lightoller! Why are these boats being launched half full?
Ligholler: Not now, Mr. Andrews
Andrews: There, look...twetny or so in a boat with room for sixty-five. And I saw one boat with only twelve. Twelve!
Ligholler: Well...we weren't sure of the weight...these boats may buckle
Andrews: Rubbish! They were tested in Belfast with the weight of 70 men. Now fill these boats, Mr. Lightoller, for God's Sake, man!

Tommy: Music to drown by, now I know I'm in first class.

Rose: I'm not going without you.
Jack: No, you have to go. Now.
Rose: No, Jack
Jack: Get in the boat, Rose
Rose: No, Jack
Jack: Yes, get on the boat.
Cal: Yes, get on the boat, Rose. My god, look at you, you look a fright. Here put this on. [He gives her his coat]
Jack: Go on, I'll get the next one.
Rose: No, not without you.
Jack: I'll be all right. Listen, I'll be fine. I'm a survivor, all right? Don't worry about me. Now go on, get on.
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, I have my own boat to catch.
Cal: Go on, hurry, they're almost full.
Steward: Step aboard miss!
[Rose's boat lowers]
Cal: You're a good lad
Jack: Almost as good as you. There's no ahh, there's no arrangement is there?
Cal: No, there is. Not that you'll benefit much from it. I always win, Jack. One way or another.

[Rose jumps back on the ship]
Jack: Rose! Rose! What are you doing? No!
[They meet each other at the bottom of the Grand Staircase]
Jack: Rose, you're so stupid. Why'd you do that, huh? You're so stupid, Rose Why did you do that? Why?
Rose: You jump, I jump, right?
Jack: Right.

[Cal witnesses this whole scene and grabs Lovejoy's gun and starts chasing after them, shooting. They escape.]
Cal: I hope you enjoy your time together!
[Cal starts to laugh.]
Lovejoy: What could possibly be funny?
Cal: I put the diamond in the coat. And I put the coat on her!

Rose: Won't you even make a try for it?
Andrews: I'm sorry I didn't build you a stronger ship, young Rose.
Jack: It's going fast. We have to hurry.
Andrews: Wait. [He hands Rose his lifebelt.] Good luck to you.
Rose: And to you.

Man: Yeah, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death...
Jack: You wanna walk a little faster throught that valley there?

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.

Molly: I don't understand a one of you. What's the matter with ya? It's your men out there! There's plenty a' room for more.
Hitchins: And there'll be one less on this boat if you don't shut that hole in yer face!

Rose: It's getting quiet.
Jack: It's 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: Don't you do that! Don't say your good-byes. Not yet. Do you understand me?
Rose: I'm so cold.
Jack: Listen Rose, you're gonna get out of here...you're 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: Jack. Jack. Jack. Jack. There's a boat. Jack? Jack? Jack? Jack! Jack! There's a boat, Jack. Oh Jack. [starts crying] Come back. Come back! Come back! Come back! Come back! Come back! Come back! I'll never let go, I promise. [She releases him and he sinks into the black water. She then swims over to a dead officer and starts to blow his whistle.]

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. 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 don't think you'll 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: That's the last time I ever saw him. He married, of course, and inherited his millions. But the crash of '29 hit his interests hard, and he put a pistol in his mouth that year...or so I read.

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 I've 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.]