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Titanic (1997)

Jack: [to Ruth and other guests dining at their table] Well, yep, ma'am, I exercise... I mean, I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few bare sheets of newspaper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what'southward gonna happen or, who I'm gonna run into, where I'm gonna wind upwardly. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I figure life's a gift and I don't intend on wasting information technology. Yous don't know what paw you're gonna become dealt next. Y'all acquire to accept life as it comes at you... to brand each twenty-four hour period count.

Molly Chocolate-brown: Well said, Jack.

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

Jack: Don't you lot exercise that, don't say your good-byes. Non even so, do yous empathize me?

Rose: I'm then cold.

Jack: Listen, Rose. Y'all're gonna go out of here, you lot're gonna go along and you lot're gonna make lots of babies, and you're gonna lookout them abound. You're gonna die an old... an old lady warm in her bed, not here, not this night. Non like this, do you lot empathise me?

Rose: I can't feel my trunk.

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

Rose: I promise.

Jack: Never let go.

Rose: I'll never let get, Jack. I'll never let go. I hope.

Jack: [with an English emphasis, siting in the forepart sit of a machine, later on honking the horn] Where to, Miss?

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

[Rose shows Jack the diamond]

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

Jack: All right.

Rose: Wearing *merely* this.

Jack: Don't exercise it.

Rose: Stay back! Don't come whatsoever closer!

Jack: Come on, just requite me your hand. I'll pull you dorsum over.

Rose: No, stay where y'all are! I mean it! I'll let go!

Jack: [He approaches slowly, gesturing to his cigarette to bear witness that he is budgeted merely to throw it over the side into the ocean] No, you won't.

Rose: What do you lot mean, "No, I won't"? Don't presume to tell me what I volition and volition non do, you don't know me!

Jack: Well, you woulda washed information technology already.

Rose: You're distracting me! Become away!

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

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

Jack: I'm a good swimmer.

Rose: The fall lonely would kill you lot.

Jack: It would hurt. I'm not maxim it wouldn't. Tell you the truth, I'm a lot more concerned well-nigh that water existence so cold.

[pause. She looks downward at the water. Jack is slowly removing his boots]

Rose: How cold?

Jack: Freezing. Maybe a couple degrees over. Y'all always, uh, you ever been to Wisconsin?

Rose: What?

Jack: Well, they have some of the coldest winters around. I grew up there, near Chippewa Falls. I remember when I was a kid, me and my male parent, we went water ice fishing out on Lake Wissota. Water ice fishing is, you lot know, where you...

Rose: I know what ice fishing is!

Jack: Sorry. You merely seem like, you lot know, kind of an indoor girl. Anyhow, I, uh, I fell through some sparse water ice; and I'm telling you lot, h2o that common cold, like right downwardly there...

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

Jack: ... it hits yous like a one thousand knives stabbing you all over your torso. You can't breathe. Y'all tin't think. At to the lowest degree, non virtually anything but the pain. Which is why I'm not looking forward to jumping in there later you.

[They commutation glances]

Jack: Like I said, I don't take a choice. I guess I'g kinda hoping you'll come up back over the railing, an' go me off the claw here.

Rose: You're crazy.

Jack: That'southward what everybody says but, with all due respect, Miss, I'one thousand not the one hanging off the back of a ship here. Come on. C'mon, requite me your paw. You don't desire to practise this.

[She reaches her hand dorsum, he reaches his forward, and he helps her back onto the deck]

Jack: Whew! I'm Jack Dawson.

Rose: Rose De Witt Bukater.

Jack: I'm gonna have to get you to write that one downwardly.

[as Jack sketches her in the nude]

Rose: I believe y'all are blushing, Mr. Large Artiste. I tin can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing.

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

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

Old Rose: No, there wouldn't be, would there? And I've never spoken of him until at present... Non to anyone... Not even your grandad... A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets. But now you know at that place was a human being named Jack Dawson and that he saved me... in every way that a person tin can be saved. I don't even have a picture of him. He exists now... simply in my memory.

[as the Carpathia is arriving in New York]

Carpathia Steward: Can I accept your name, delight beloved?

Rose: Dawson, Rose Dawson.

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

Rose: Pardon me?

Jack: [referring to Cal] Exercise you dear him?

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

Jack: [tickled, referring to Cal] Well, it's a simple question. Practice you lot love the guy or not?

Rose: This is not a suitable chat.

Jack: Why tin't yous just reply the question?

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

Rose: [starts shaking Jack's mitt]

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

Jack: And even insulted me.

Rose: Well, you deserved it.

Jack: Right.

Rose: Right.

Jack: [Rose is notwithstanding shaking his hand] I thought y'all were leaving.

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

Jack: Ha, ha.

Rose: [turns back to Jack] Wait, I don't have to go out, this is my function of the ship. Yous get out.

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

Jack: [yelling, standing on the bow with his arms stretched outwards] I'thou the king of the world!

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

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

Rose: Jack... Jack...

[she looks back at the lifeboat]

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

[her grinning begins to fade every bit she realized he has passed away. She shakes his manus over again]

Rose: Jack, Jack...

[she shakes his hand with more urgency]

Rose: JACK!

[she begins to sob]

Rose: Jack?

[she's realizing its in vain]

Rose: At that place's a boat, Jack...

Rose: I know what yous must be thinking. "Poor piddling rich girl, what does she know about misery?"

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

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

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

Fabrizio: You know somebody?

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

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

Quondam Rose: [to Brock, Lizzy, and Brock'southward staff] Information technology'due south been 84 years, and I can all the same smell the fresh paint. The prc had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was chosen the Ship of Dreams, and it was. It *really* was...

[the Titanic is nigh to sink]

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

Jack: [to Rose as he kisses her mitt at the lesser of the grand starway] I saw that in a nickelodeon once and I always wanted to do it.

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

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

Cal Hockley: [Sarcastically] Oh, there is... Non that you lot'll benefit from information technology... I always win, Jack.

[Cal glares at Jack]

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

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

Jack,Rose: Shut upwardly!

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

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

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

Rose: I trust you.

Jack: [Jack opens Rose's artillery]

Jack: All right. Open your eyes.

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

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

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

[they osculation]

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

Rose: Mr. Andrews... I saw the iceberg and I run into information technology in your optics... delight, tell me the truth.

Thomas Andrews: The transport will sink.

Rose: You're certain?

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

Cal Hockley: What?

Thomas Andrews: Please, tell only who you must. I don't want to exist responsible for a panic. And get to a boat quickly, don't wait. You lot remember what I told you about the boats?

Rose: Yes... I sympathise.

Erstwhile Rose: [about Jack drawing her naked] My center was pounding the whole time. It was the nearly erotic moment of my life. Upwardly until and so, at least.

Lewis Bodine: And then what happened next?

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

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

Thomas Andrews: [perspiring and trembling] Water... 14 feet above the keel in 10 minutes. In the forepeak, in all three holds and in the boiler room six.

Ismay: When can we get underway, damnit!

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

[tersely to Smith]

Thomas Andrews: Non v. 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 dorsum. At that place's no stopping information technology.

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

Thomas Andrews: [interrupting] The pumps purchase you time, but minutes simply. From this moment, no affair what nosotros practise, Titanic will founder.

Ismay: [incredulously] Merely this transport can't sink!

Thomas Andrews: She's made of atomic number 26, sir! I assure yous, she can... and she volition. It is a mathematical certainty.

Smith: How much time?

Thomas Andrews: An hour... two at well-nigh.

Smith: And how many aboard, Mr. Murdoch?

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

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

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

Rose: Oh mother, shut up! Don't you sympathise? The water is freezing and there aren't enough boats. Not enough by half. Half the people on this transport are going to die.

Cal Hockley: Not the amend half.

Molly Brown: Come on Ruth, get in the boat. First-class seats are correct upwards hither.

Cal Hockley: Y'all know, it'south a pity I didn't keep that drawing. It'll be worth a lot more by forenoon.

Rose: You unimaginable bastard!

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

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

[laughing hysterically]

Lewis Bodine: All y'all had to do was expect two days!

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

Jack: Rose! You lot're and then stupid. Why did yous do that, huh? You're so stupid, Rose. Why did y'all do that? Why?

Rose: You spring, I jump, correct?

Jack: Right.

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

Jack: It's all right. Nosotros'll recollect of something.

Rose: At least I'm with you.

[Rose shows Jack her engagement ring]

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

Rose: [letting become of Jack's paw] I'll never let go, Jack. I promise.

[she kisses his mitt and watches him sink, about falling apart before she finally climbs back into the water to call the lifeboat back]

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

Rose: Jack, I...

Jack: No, let me try and get this out. You're ama- I'm not an idiot, I know how the world works. I've got ten bucks in my pocket, I have no-zip to offering yous and I know that. I understand. But I'1000 too involved now. You lot jump, I spring remember? I can't turn abroad without knowing you'll be all correct... That'southward all that I desire.

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

Jack: Really? I don't think then. They've got you trapped, Rose. And you're gonna die if you don't break free. Maybe not correct away because yous're potent but... sooner or after that fire that I love nigh you, Rose... that fire's gonna burn out...

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

Jack: You lot're right... merely yous can do that.

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

[Rose is about to cutting Jack gratuitous with an axe]

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

[Rose chops a hole in a cupboard door]

Jack: Expert! At present effort and hit the same marker again, Rose. You can practice it!

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

Jack: Okay, that's enough practice.

[Jack is dancing with Cora]

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

[Looking at Rose]

Jack: Come on.

Rose: What?

Jack: Come on, come up with me.

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

Jack: We're gonna have to get a footling flake closer. Similar this.

[Jack looks at Cora]

Jack: You're even so my best daughter, Cora.

Wallace Hartley: [the band has finished playing, and Hartley tells the band that they may become for the boats. He remains behind and starts to play "Nearer My God To Thee". 1 by one the band comes back and plays as the scenes change. when the melody finishes, the h2o is about to consume them] Gentlemen. Information technology has been a privilege playing with you this evening.

[Looking at a salvaged manus mirror]

Old Rose: This was mine. How extraordinary! And information technology looks the same equally it did last fourth dimension I saw it. The reflection's changed a bit...

Lewis Bodine: [narrating an blithe sequence of the Titanic's sinking on a TV monitor] Okay hither we get. She hits the berg on the starboard side, correct? She kind of bumps along punching holes like Morse code, dit dit dit, along the side, beneath the h2o line. So the forrard compartments kickoff to alluvion. Now as the water level rises, it spills over the watertight bulkheads, which unfortunately don't go any higher and then E deck. Then at present as the bow goes down, the stern rises upwards. Slow at first, then faster and faster until finally she's got her whole ass sticking upwards in the air - And that's a large ass, we're talking xx-xxx,000 tons. Okay? And the hull's not designed to deal with that pressure, so what happens? "KRRRRRRKKK!" She splits. Right down to the keel. And the stern falls dorsum level. Then equally the bow sinks it pulls the stern vertical and then finally detaches. Now the stern section just kind of bobs in that location similar a cork for a couple of minutes, floods and finally goes under virtually 2:20am ii hours and 40 minutes later the standoff. The bow section planes away, landing almost half a mile abroad going nigh 20-30 knots when it hits the ocean flooring. "BOOM, PLCCCCCGGG!"... Pretty cool, huh?

Erstwhile Rose: Thank you for that fine forensic analysis, Mr. Bodine. Of grade, the experience of it was... somewhat dissimilar.

Rose: Teach me to ride similar a man.

Jack: [speaking with a southern American emphasis] And chew tobacco similar a human being.

Rose: [trying to imitate the southern American emphasis] And spit like a human being!

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

Quondam Rose: [to Brock, Lizzy, and Brock's staff] I saw my whole life as if I'd already lived information technology. 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 continuing at a great precipice, with no ane to pull me dorsum, no one who cared... or even noticed...

Brock Lovett: [Lewis, to old Rose, Lizzy and the rest of his staff] 26 years of experience working against him. He figures anything big enough to sink the ship they're gonna meet in time to turn. The ship's besides big with also small-scale a rudder. It doesn't corner worth a damn. Everything he knows is wrong.

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

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

[motions to the subs]

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

[nods seriously every bit Bobby walks towards the satelitte phone]

Brock Lovett: This better exist good.

[follows Bobby to the satellite telephone]

Bobby Buell: Now, ya gotta speak up, she'due south kinda erstwhile.

Brock Lovett: Great.

[picks upward phone]

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

[turns to Bobby]

Bobby Buell: Calvert. Rose Calvert.

Brock Lovett: ...Mrs. Calvert?

Old Rose: I was simply wondering if you had found the "Middle of the Ocean" notwithstanding, Mr. Lovett.

Brock Lovett: [turns to Bobby, completely shocked]

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

Brock Lovett: All correct, yous take my attention, Rose. Can you tell usa who the woman in the picture is?

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

[Talking about Caledon Hockley]

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

Rose: [well-nigh to trip the light fantastic an Irish Jig with many people watching] I don't know the steps!

Jack: Neither do I! Simply go with it!

Rose: It'southward and so unfair.

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

Molly Brownish: [to the grouping who are dining at the same table] Hey, uh, who thought of the name Titanic? Was it y'all, Bruce?

Ismay: Yes, actually. I wanted to convey sheer size, and size ways stability, luxury, and higher up all, strength.

Rose: Practice you lot know of Dr. Freud, Mr. Ismay? His ideas near the male person preoccupation with size might be of item interest to you.

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

Rose: Alibi me.

[She rises and leaves]

Ruth: I exercise apologize.

Molly Chocolate-brown: She'due south a pistol, Cal! Hope y'all can handle her.

Cal Hockley: Well, I may take to first minding what she reads from now on, won't I, Mrs. Brown?

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

Ruth: [getting ready for dinner, tying the straps in the back of Rose's clothes] You are non to see that boy again. Do you sympathize me? Rose, I prevent it.

Rose: Oh stop it, female parent. You'll requite yourself a nose bleed.

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

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

Rose: No.

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

Rose: Put your hands on me, Jack.

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

Father Byles: [Near tears himself as he badly clings to to the send with one hand, while even so holding onto the hands of the praying passengers with his other paw] And God shall wipe away all the tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death; neither shall there be sorrow or crying; neither shall at that place be anymore pain, for the sometime globe has passed away.

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

Jack: I see you.

Rose: And?

Jack: You wouldn't have jumped.

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

Jack: This is crazy.

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

[Jack and Rose offset making out]

[Jack is educational activity Rose how to spit]

Rose: Mother! May I innovate Jack Dawson?

Ruth: Charmed, I'chiliad sure.

[Old Rose, vocalization in off]

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

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

Rose: What? Do you recollect a showtime class daughter tin can't drink?

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

Jack: Not really.

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

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

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

Rose: [She and Jack have only made love in the backseat of the auto. He is exhausted and breathing heavily. She puts her paw to his face and caresses information technology] You're trembling.

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

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

Ruth: Tell united states of america of the accommodations in steerage, Mr. Dawson. I hear they are quite proficient on this transport.

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

Fifth Officer Lowe: [having encountered a mother holding her baby, both frozen to death in the h2o] We waited likewise long.

Fabrizio: [standing with Jack on the bow] I tin can see the Statue of Liberty already; very modest, of course!

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

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

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

Second Officer Charles Herbert Lightoller: Non now, Mr. Andrews.

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

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

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

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

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

[she holds up a dime]

Rose: every bit a paying customer I look to get what I want

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

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

[being offered a lifebelt]

Benjamin Guggenheim: No, thank you lot. We are dressed in our all-time and are prepared to go downward as gentlemen. Only, we would like a brandy.

Fifth Officer Lowe: [shouting, using his flashlight to expect for survivors] Is there anyone live out at that place? Tin can anyone hear me?

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

Lovejoy: Y'all'll want to tie those.

[He points at Jack'due south boots]

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

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

Jack: So, y'all wanna go to a existent party?

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

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

Fabrizio: [in Italian] I have zip

Jack: 2 pairs. I'grand sorry, Fabrizio.

Fabrizio: Yous should exist sorry, you bet all our money!

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

Musician: What'due south the use? Nobody's listening to united states of america anyway.

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

Lovejoy: What could maybe exist funny?

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

Robert Hitchins: You lot don't sympathize. If we go dorsum, they'll swamp the boat, they'll pull us correct down, I'one thousand tellin' you!

Molly Chocolate-brown: Knock it off. You lot're scaring me. C'mon girls! Catch an oar, let's go!

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

Molly Dark-brown: I don't empathize a one of yous. What's the matter with ya? Information technology's your men out there! There'south plenty o' room for more!

Robert Hitchins: And there'll be 1 less on this boat, if you don't shut that hole in your face!

Tommy Ryan: That's typical. First class dogs come down here to take a shite.

Jack: That'south then nosotros know where nosotros rank in the scheme of things.

Tommy Ryan: Like nosotros could forget.

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

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

sixth Officeholder Moody: [looks at the tickets as Jack and Fabrizio reach the end of the ramp] Have y'all been through the inspection queue?

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

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

Jack: Both of us.

6th Officeholder Moody: [nods] Correct. Come aboard.

Jack: [stepping into the water for the first time, surprised past the cold feeling, after Rose rescues him] Oh shit this is cold! Shit, shit, shit.

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

[Rose takes Tommy'due south cigarette and takes a pull]

Rose: Then let'southward see you lot practice this. Hold this for me Jack.

[lifts up her dress railroad train]

Rose: Hold information technology up!

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

third Class Woman: Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

Rose: [whispering to Jack] Adjacent it will exist brandies in the smoking room.

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

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

Jack: [to Rose, afterward showing her his art portfolio] That'due south one of the good things nearly Paris: lots of girls willing to take their clothes off.

[last lines]

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

[near his silverware during dinner]

Jack: Are these all for me?

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

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

Jack: Well, she has beautiful hands, see?

Rose: I remember you must accept had a love affair with her.

Jack: No no no, just with her hands.

[turns page]

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

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

[scoffs as Rose'due south paintings are being unpacked]

Cal Hockley: God, non those finger paintings again. They certainly were a waste of coin.

Rose: The deviation betwixt Cal's sense of taste in art and mine is that I have some. They're fascinating. It's similar beingness inside a dream or something. There's truth simply no logic.

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

Rose: Something Picasso.

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

[pause]

Cal Hockley: He won't, trust me. At to the lowest degree they were cheap.

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 non enough for everyone aboard.

Thomas Andrews: 'Tour one-half, actually. Rose, yous miss goose egg, do you?

[after Jack saves Rose]

Col. Archibald Gracie: Well, the boy'southward a hero then! Good for y'all, son. Well done.

Ruth: And so this is the ship they say is unsinkable.

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

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

[Mistaken name, intentionally kept in the scene]

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

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

Brock Lovett: That's right.

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

Brock Lovett: One-hundred and one side by side calendar month.

Lewis Bodine: Okay, so she's a very OLD goddamn liar! Look, I've already done the background on this woman all the fashion back to the twenties, when she was working as an actress. An extra! There's your get-go clue, Sherlock! Her proper name was Rose Dawson dorsum then. Then she marries this guy named Calvert, they motility to Cedar Rapids and she punches out a couple of kids. At present Calvert's expressionless, and from what I hear Cedar Rapids is expressionless!

Brock Lovett: And everyone who knows most the diamond is supposed to exist expressionless, or on this gunkhole, but she knows!

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

[Rose throws a dime to Jack]

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

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

Irish gaelic Mommy: [lying to them to forbid them being scared and panicked] We're simply waiting, dear. When they're finished putting beginning class people in the gunkhole, they'll be starting with us. And nosotros ought to exist fix, oughtn't we?

[Irish Girl nods]

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

[buss]

Fabrizio: Come.

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

Fabrizio: I will never forget you.

Molly Brown: [walking around with Jack in the dining room as dinner is existence served] Ain't zip to it, is in that location, Jack? Call back, they dear money and then pretend like you own a golden mine and then you're in the club.

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

[One-time Rose is telling Lovett and his coiffure nearly the Titanic]

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

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

Rose: I like some of it.

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

Rose: Y'all know, my dream has always been to run abroad and become an artist, Living in a garrett poor but gratuitous!

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

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

Madeleine Astor: How do yous practise?

Jack: Pleasure.

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

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

Astor: [confused] Oh yes...

Jack: [to Rose, after the collision, overhearing the send'south officers walking past them, telling each other the extent of the impairment] This is bad!

Ismay: So you've not nonetheless lit the final 4 boilers?

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

Ismay: The press knows the size of Titanic. At present I desire them to curiosity at her speed. We must requite them something new to print! This maiden voyage of Titanic must make headlines!

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

Ismay: Of form, I'm just a passenger. I go out it to your expert offices to decide what'southward best. But what a glorious finish to your final crossing if nosotros were to become to New York on Tuesday night and surprise them all! Make the morn papers. Retire with a bang, eh Eastward.J.?

Ismay: [Smith nods reluctantly] Good human.

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

Molly Brown: [siting on a life boat while other survivors remain silent, seeing the Titanic floating on a 90 degrees stand] God Omnipotent.

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

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

Thomas Andrews: Sleep soundly, young Rose, for I take built you a good ship, strong and true, she'due south all the lifeboats yous need.

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

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

Countess of Rothes: [is distracted for a moment every bit Thomas Andrews passes past in a nervous hurry with an armload of the ship's plans nether one arm; redirecting her attention dorsum to the steward as he disappears] No, thanks.

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

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

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

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

Molly Brown: [to other rowers] Stop! We accept to become back!

Robert Hitchins: No. The suction will pull the states downwards if we don't keep going.

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

Robert Hitchins: No! It's our lives now, non theirs. And I'm in charge of this boat, madam! Now *row*!

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

[break]

Smith: The fools.

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

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

[to Rose]

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

[Rose smiles sarcastically]

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

[slowly walking up a staircase to the stern as the ship is well-nigh to sink]

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

Jack: Y'all want to walk a little faster through that valley at that place?

Rose: Staring upward at the heaven, Look. It's so beautiful. SO vast and countless. They're and so small. My crowd, they think they're giants. They're not even dust in Gods optics.

Jack: Well, at that place's been a mistake. Yous're non 1 of them. Y'all got mailed to the wrong accost.

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

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

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

Jack: Why? What would you wish for?

Rose: Something I tin't have.

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

[During the showtime grade dinner]

Waiter: How do you take your caviar, sir?

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

Second Officer Charles Herbert Lightoller: [pointing a gun to passengers pushing to the front of the line and get on the lifeboat] Get back, I say, or I'll shoot you all like dogs! Keep guild here! Keep order I say. Mr. Lowe, man this boat.

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

Ismay: Do you lot know who I am?

Fifth Officer Lowe: Y'all're a rider and I'm a transport bloody officer! At present DO Every bit Y'all'RE TOLD!

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

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

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

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

Rose: No.

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

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

Brock Lovett: Dive half dozen, here we are again on the deck of Titanic. Two and a half miles down. Iii-thousand, 8 hundred and twenty-1 meters. The pressure level exterior is iii-and-a-half tons per square inch. These windows are ix inches thick, and if they get, it's sayonara in two micro-seconds.

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

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

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

Brock Lovett: [talks to himself out loud while belongings his camera] It however gets me every fourth dimension... to meet the sad ruin of the great ship sitting here, where she landed at ii:30 in the morning, April 15, 1912, after her long fall from the world higher up.

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

[they both crack up]

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

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

[laughter from the table]

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

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

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

[to Jack]

Cal Hockley: Non to impune you piece of work, sir.

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

Molly Dark-brown: Merely start from the outside and work your style in.

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

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

Thomas Andrews: Cheers, Rose.

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

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

Ruth: And where exactly do you alive, Mr. Dawson?

Jack: Well, correct at present, my address is the RMS Titanic, later that, I'm on God's proficient humour.

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

Jack: I work my manner from place to place, y'all know, tramp steamers and such, simply I won my ticket on Titanic hither in a lucky hand of poker, a very lucky hand.

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

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

Jack: Mm-hmm.

Ruth: And you find that sort of rootless existence appealing, do you?

Jack: Well, yep, ma'am, I do. I mean, I've got everything I need right here with me. I've got air in my lungs and a few blank sheets of paper. I hateful, I beloved waking up in the morning not knowing what's going to happen or...

[Eating of piece of bread]

Jack: ... Who I'yard gonna meet, where I'yard gonna air current up. Just the other night, I was sleeping under a bridge and now, here I am on the grandest send in the earth having champagne with you fine people.

[to the waiter]

Jack: I'll have some more than of that.

[Back to the tabular array]

Jack: I figured life'due south a souvenir and I don't intend on wasting it. You never know what hand you're gonna get dealt side by side. You learn to take life equally information technology comes at yous.

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

Jack: Here you go, Cal.

[Back to the table]

Jack: To make each 24-hour interval count.

Molly Brown: Well said, Jack.

Col. Archibald Gracie: Hither, here.

Rose: [Raising her drinking glass for a toast] To making information technology count.

[the table joins in on the toast]

[first lines]

Brock Lovett: Thirteen meters; you lot should see information technology.

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

4th Officer Joseph Boxhall: [equally Titanic plunges downward into the icy waters of the ocean, gunkhole ii rows away] Bloody pull faster and pull!

Jack: At that place'due south, uh, at that place'southward no arrangement is in that location?

Cal Hockley: No, there is. Not that you'll benefit much from it. I always win Jack, ane style or some other.

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

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

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

Thomas Andrews: Take the elevator to the very bottom, and then go to the left, down the crewman passage, then go correct, then left once more at the stairs and yous'll come to a long corridor.

Erstwhile Rose: 1500 people went into the sea when Titanic sank from under u.s.. There were 20 boats floating nearby and simply one came back, ane. Six were saved from the water, myself included. Half-dozen out of 1500. Afterward, the 700 people in the boats had aught to, merely wait, wait to dice, look to alive, look for an absolution that would never come.

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

Carpathia Steward: Sir, I don't call back you'll find any of your people downwards here. Information technology'southward all steerage.

[He walks on by ignoring him]

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

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

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

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

Lewis Bodine: We never found anything on Jack. At that place's no record of him at all.

Former Rose: No, there wouldn't be, would at that place and I've never spoken of him before, not to anyone...

[to Lizzie]

Erstwhile Rose: ... Not even your Granddad.

[to the whole group]

Old Rose: A adult female's middle is a deep ocean of secrets. But at present you know there was a man named Jack Dawson and that he saved me in every way a person can be saved. I don't even have a picture of him. He exists now... only in my retentivity.

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

Rose: [demanding and instructing a sailor to lower the elevator to the lowest deck of the ship] I'm through existence polite, goddammit! At present, take me downward.

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

Brock Lovett: It's pay day, boys.

Tommy Ryan: [to the guards, refusing to open up the gates for steerage passengers] For God sake human, there are women and children down hither! Let u.s.a. out so we can take a take a chance!

Old Rose: [from a deleted scene] Can y'all substitution one life for another? A caterpillar turns into a butterfly. If a mindless insect can practise it, why couldn't I? Was it any more unimaginable than the sinking of the Titanic?

Bruce Ismay: Most unfortunate, Captain.

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

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

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

Thomas Andrews: That's five compartments! She tin stay adrift with the first four compartments breached, merely not five. Not five. Every bit she goes down by the bow, the h2o will spill over the tops of the bulkheads at E Deck, from ane to the next, dorsum and back. In that location's no stopping it.

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

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

Bruce Ismay: But this ship can't sink.

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

Captain Smith: How much time?

Thomas Andrews: [long break] An hour. Two, at about.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cal Hockley: [to Jack, after he mistakenly believes he molested Rose] Completely unacceptable! What fabricated you remember y'all could put your easily on my fiancée? Look at me, you filth!

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

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

Cal Hockley: I intended to salve this until the engagement gala next calendar week only I thought tonight.

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

Rose: Good gracious.

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

Rose: Is it a...?

Cal Hockley: Diamond? Yes.

[he takes it out and puts it on Rose]

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

[together with Rose]

Cal Hockley: "The Heart of the Bounding main".

Rose: "The Heart of the Ocean".

Cal Hockley: Yes.

[impressed that she knew that]

Rose: It'south overwhelming.

Cal Hockley: Well, it'south for royalty. We are royalty, Rose. You know, in that location's nothing I couldn't give you. In that location'due south nothing I'd deny yous... if y'all'd not deny me. Oh, open up your middle to me, Rose.

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

Old Rose: Fifteen hundred people went into the sea when Titanic sank from under us. There were twenty boats floating nearby, but merely one came dorsum. 1. Six were saved from the water, myself included. Half-dozen out of 15 hundred. Afterward, the 700 people in the boats had nothing to exercise but wait. Await to die, wait to live, wait for an absolution that would never come.

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

Harold Bride: CQD, sir?

Helm Smith: That's correct, CQD, the distress telephone call.

[hands the newspaper to Bride]

Captain Smith: That's our position.

[Bride reads the coordinates; Smith removes his lid]

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

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

Harold Bride: Blimey!

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

Molly Chocolate-brown: [Deleted Scene] How about a piffling water ice?

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

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

2nd Officeholder Lightoller: Non now, Mr. Andrews.

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

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

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

second Officer Lightoller: [turns to look at the parting lifeboat; turns back to the crowd] Delight! I need more women and children, delight!

Cal Hockley: This is absurd. It's a transport. There's only so many places she could exist. Lovejoy, detect her.

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