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...
Jack: Sorry. You just seem like, you know, kind of an indoor girl. Anyway, I, uh, I fell through some thin ice; and I'm telling you, water that cold, like right down there...
- [He gestures with his chin down toward the Atlantic Ocean ]
Jack: ... it hits you like a thousand knives stabbing you all over your body. You can't breathe. You can't think. At least, not about anything but the pain. Which is why I'm not looking forward to jumping in there after you.
- [They exchange glances ]
Jack: Like I said, I don't have a choice. I guess I'm kinda hoping you'll come back over the railing, an' get me off the hook here.
Jack: Listen, Rose. You're gonna get out of here, you're gonna go on and you're gonna make lots of babies, and you're gonna watch them grow. You're gonna die an old... an old lady warm in her bed, not here, not this night. Not like this, do you understand me?
Jack: Winning that ticket, Rose, was the best thing that ever happened to me... it brought me to you. And I'm thankful for that, Rose. I'm thankful. You must do me this honor. Promise me you'll survive. That you won't give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, Rose, and never let go of that promise.
Jack: Well, yes, ma'am, I do... I mean, I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's gonna happen or, who I'm gonna meet, where I'm gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I figure life's a gift and I don't intend on wasting it. You don't know what hand you're gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you... to make each day count.
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.
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 now... Not to anyone... 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. I don't even have a picture of him. He exists now... only in my memory.
Old Rose: It's been 84 years, and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called the Ship of Dreams, and it was. It really was.
Rose: Hello Jack. I changed my mind. They said you might be out here.
Jack: Shhh. Gimme your hand. Now close your eyes, go on. Now step up. Now hold on to the railing. Keep your eyes closed, don't peek.
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-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'll be all right... That's all that I want.
Jack: Really? I don't think so. They've got you trapped, Rose. And you're gonna die if you don't break free. Maybe not right away because you're strong but... sooner or later that fire that I love about you, Rose... that fire's gonna burn out...
Rose: I know. It doesn't make any sense. That's why I trust it
- [Jack and Rose start making out ]
Tommy Ryan: Music to drown by. Now I know I'm in first class.
Old 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.
Old Rose: [about Jack drawing her naked]
My heart was pounding the whole time. It was the most erotic moment of my life. Up until then, at least.
Old Rose: You mean, did we "do it"? Sorry to disappoint you Mr. Bodine, but Jack was very professional.
- [Looking at a salvaged hand mirror ]
Old Rose: This was mine. How extraordinary! And it looks the same as it did last time I saw it... The reflection's changed a bit.
Brock Lovett: 26 years of experience working against him. He figures anything big enough to sink the ship they're gonna see in time to turn. The ship's too big with too small a rudder. It doesn't corner worth a damn. Everything he knows is wrong.
Wallace Hartley: [the band has finished playing, and Hartley tells the band that they may go for the boats. He remains behind and starts to play "Nearer My God To Thee". One by one the band comes back and plays as the scenes change. when the tune finishes, the water is about to swallow them]
Gentlemen. It has been a privilege playing with you tonight.
- [He smiles, leans toward Rose and kisses her. They look at each other, and Rose brings Jack's head down to her level, finally kissing his temple. As she holds him, he gently lays down on her chest. She strokes his hair and face as he continues to catch his breath ]
Rose: You have a gift Jack, you do. You see people.
Old Rose: The others were gracious and curious about the man who had saved my life. But my mother looked at him like an insect. A dangerous insect, which must be squashed quickly.
- [Talking about Caledon Hockley ]
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.
Lewis Bodine: [narrating an animated sequence of the Titanic's sinking on a TV monitor]
Okay here we go. She hits the berg on the starboard side, right? She kind of bumps along punching holes like Morse code, dit dit dit, along the side, below the water line. Then the forward compartments start to flood. Now as the water level rises, it spills over the watertight bulkheads, which unfortunately don't go any higher then E deck. So now as the bow goes down, the stern rises up. Slow at first, then faster and faster until finally she's got her whole ass sticking up in the air - And that's a big ass, we're talking 20-30,000 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 back level. Then as the bow sinks it pulls the stern vertical and then finally detaches. Now the stern section just kind of bobs there like a cork for a couple of minutes, floods and finally goes under about 2:20am two hours and forty minutes after the collision. The bow section planes away, landing about half a mile away going about 20-30 knots when it hits the ocean floor. "BOOM, PLCCCCCGGG!"... Pretty cool, huh?
Old Rose: Thank you for that fine forensic analysis, Mr. Bodine. Of course, the experience of it was... somewhat different.
Old Rose: 1,500 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 1,500. Afterward, the 700 people left in the boats had nothing to do but wait... wait to die, wait to live, wait for an absolution, which would never come.
Father Byles: [Near tears himself as he desperately clings to to the ship with one hand, while still holding onto the hands of the praying passengers with his other hand]
And God will wipe away the tears from their eyes; and there will no longer be any death; there will be no more pain; the former world has passed away.
- [last lines ]
Brock Lovett: Three years, I've thought of nothing except Titanic; but I never got it... I never let it in.
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 take this call.
- [nods seriously as Bobby walks towards the satelitte phone ]
- [Old Rose is telling Lovett and his crew about the Titanic ]
Old Rose: It was the ship of dreams to everyone else. To me it was a slave ship, taking me back to America in chains. Outwardly, I was everything a well brought up girl should be. Inside, I was screaming.
- [having encountered a mother and baby, frozen to death in the water ]
Lewis Bodine: Okay, so she's a very OLD goddamn 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 Lovett: And everyone who knows about the diamond is supposed to be dead, or on this boat, but she knows!
Jack: [stepping into the water after Rose rescues him]
Oh shit this is cold! Shit, shit, shit.
Fabrizio: [deleted scene]
Helga, you come with me now. I am very lucky is my destiny to go to America please.
Brock Lovett: Dive six, here we are again on the deck of Titanic. Two and a half miles down. Three-thousand, eight hundred and twenty-one meters. The pressure outside is three-and-a-half tons per square inch. These windows are nine inches thick, and if they go, it's sayonara in two micro-seconds.
Tommy Ryan: Ah, forget it, boyo. You're as like to have angels fly out your arse as get next to the likes of her.
Molly Brown: Why do they insist on announcing dinner like a damned cavalry charge?
Countess of Rothes: [coming out of her stateroom with a confused look 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. We've likely thrown a propeller blade, that's the shudder you felt. May I bring you anything?
Countess of Rothes: [is distracted for a moment as Thomas Andrews passes by in a nervous hurry with an armload of the ship's plans under one arm; redirecting her attention back to the steward as he disappears]
No, thank you.
Rose: I will do this with or without your help, sir, but without, it will take longer.
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 there, Madeline, is my age and in a delicate condition. See how she's trying to hide it?
Ismay: So you've not yet lit the last four boilers?
Smith: No, I don't see the need. We are making 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!
Smith: Mr. Ismay, I would prefer not to push the engines until they've been properly run in.
Ismay: Of course, I'm just a passenger. I leave it to your good offices to decide what's best. But what a glorious end to your final crossing if we were to get to New York on Tuesday night and surprise them all! Make the morning papers. Retire with a bang, eh E.J.?
- [climbing an on-deck staircase to the stern as the ship is about to sink ]
- Male Passenger :
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death...
Jack: You want to walk a little faster through that valley there?
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 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 a fool, Rose. Is this in any way unclear?
Father Byles: [Praying with passengers as the ship is sinking]
Hail Mary, Mother of God. Pray for us sinners now within the hour of our death. Amen. Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee; blessed art thou amongst women
- [voice fades as Jack and Rose continue to the Stern ]
Brock Lovett: Seeing her coming out of the darkness like a ghost ship, it still gets me every time.
Smith: Take her to sea, Mr. Murdoch. Let's stretch her legs.
Brock Lovett: [talks to himself out loud while holding his camera]
It still gets me every time... to see the sad ruin of the great ship sitting here, where she landed at 2:30 in the morning, April 15, 1912, after her long fall from the world above.