Rose: I know what you must be thinking. "Poor little rich girl, what does she know about misery?"
Jack: No, no, that's not what I was thinking. What I was thinking was, what could've happened to this girl to make her feel she had no way out?

Rose: J.J., Madeline, This is Jack Dawson.
Astor: Hello Jack. Are you of the Boston Dawsons?
Jack: No, the, uh, Chippewa Falls Dawsons, actually.
Astor: Oh yes...

Rose: I love you Jack.
Jack: Don't you do that, don't say your good-byes.
Rose: I'm so cold.
Jack: I don't know about you, but I intend on writing a strongly worded letter to the White Star Line about all of this. You're gonna go on, and make lots of babies, and watch them grow. You're gonna die an old lady, warm in her bed. Not here, not this night. Do you understand me? 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, Rose. 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.
Rose: I promise.
Jack: Never let go.
Rose: I'll never let go. I'll never let go, Jack.

[Looking at a salvaged hand mirror.]
Old Rose: This was mine. How extraordinary! And it looks the same as when I last used it. ...The reflection's changed a bit.

Old Rose: 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.

Old Rose: Afterward, the seven hundred people in the boats had nothing to do but wait: wait to die, wait to live, wait for an absolution which would never come.

Old Rose: A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets. But now you all know there was a man named Jack Dawson, and that he saved me, in every way that a person can be saved.

[Jack sees Rose for the first time.]
Tommy Ryan: Ah, forget it, lad. You'd like as have angels fly out of your arse as get next to the likes of her.

Brock Lovett: Three years I've thought of nothing except Titanic, but I never got it, I never let it in.

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

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.

Thomas Andrews: I'm sorry I didn't build you a stronger ship, young Rose.

Rose: Mr. Andrews! I saw the iceberg, and I see it in your eyes... please, tell me the truth!
Thomas Andrews: In another hour, all of this, all you see here... will be at the bottom of the Atlantic. Please get to a lifeboat as fast as you can!

Rose: Excuse me, Mr. Andrews, but I've been doing the math in my head and it seems that with the number of people there are on board, there aren't enough lifeboats.
Thomas Andrews: Not enough by half actually. Gosh, Rose, you miss nothing do you? I had originally intended for there to be more, but it was thought by some that it would make the decks seem too cluttered.
Cal Hockley: A waste of space as it is on an unsinkable ship.

[About his silverware during dinner]
Jack: Are these all for me?!
Molly Brown: Just start from the outside and work your way in.

Rose: [While on the bow of the ship] I'm Flying!

Thomas Andrews: Sleep soundly young Rose for I have built you a good ship, strong and true, it has all the lifeboats you need.

Spicer Lovejoy: [tossing the key] Have a nice life.

Smith: It looks like you shall get your headlines, Mr. Ismay.

Old Rose: I don't even have a picture of him. He exists now only in my memory.

Molly Brown: There's plenty of room for more.
Robert Hitchins: Yes, and there will be one less on this boat if you don't shut that hole in your face In the actual event, Molly Brown was going to throw Hutchins overboard. The real Molly Brown would not have been as passive

Lookout Frederick Fleet: Iceberg right ahead!

Smith: How many souls on board, Mr. Murdoch?
Murdoch: 2,200 souls on board, sir.
Smith: Well, I believe you may get your headlines, Mr. Ismay.

[after the collision]
Jack: This is bad!

Cal Hockley: God, not those finger paintings again. They sure 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 in a dream or something. There's truth but no logic.

Fabrizio: I can see the Statue of Liberty already! ...Very small, of course.

Molly Brown: You shine up like a new penny.

Rose: I am not a foreman in one of your mills which you can command. I am your fiancee.
Cal Hockley: My fian... my fiancee! My *wife* in practice if not yet by law and you will honor me. You will honor me the way a wife is required to honor a husband. Am I in any way unclear?
Rose: No.

Jack: That's the one good thing about Paris: there's a lot of girls willing to take their clothes off.

[Rose shows Jack her engagement ring.]
Jack: My God! You would've gone straight to the bottom.

[Trying to stop Rose from committing suicide by jumping from the ship.]
Jack: I'm not looking forward to jumping in after you. But like I said, I don't see a choice. I guess I'm kinda hoping you'll come back 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.

Rose: It doesn't look any bigger than the Mauritania.
Cal Hockley: You can be blasé about some things, Rose, but not about Titanic. It's over a hundred feet longer than the Mauritania and far more luxurious.

Jack: I love waking up in the morning not knowing where I'm gonna go or who I'm gonna meet. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge, and now here I am, on the grandest ship in the world, having champagne with you fine people.

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

Jack: I'm the king of the world!

[Upon boarding the ship with Fabrizio.]
Jack: We are the luckiest sons of bitches in the world, you know that?

Ismay: So you've not lit the last four boilers then?
Smith: No, I do not 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, too. We must give them something new to print. And the maiden voyage of Titanic must make headlines!

Ruth DeWitt Bukater: So this is the ship they say is unsinkable.
Cal Hockley: It is unsinkable. God himself couldn't sink this ship.

Rose: Teach me to ride like a man.
Jack: And chew tobacco like a man.
Rose: And spit like a man!
Jack: What, they didn't teach you that in finishing school?

Cal Hockley: Where are you going? To him? To be a whore to a gutter rat?
Rose: I'd rather be a whore to him than your wife!

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

[As Jack sketches her in the nude]
Rose: I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste. I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing.
Jack: He does landscapes.

Molly Brown: Who came up with the name Titanic? Was it you, Bruce?
Ismay: Yes, actually. I wanted to convey sheer size, and size means stability, luxury, and above all, strength.
Rose: Do you know of Dr. Freud, Mr. Ismay? His ideas of the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you.

Ruth DeWitt Bukater: Tell us of the accommodations in steerage, Mr. Dawson. I hear they are quite good on this ship.
Jack: The best I've seen, ma'am. Hardly any rats.

Jack: Wait, just let me try and get this out. Rose you're...
[pause]
Jack: I'm not an idiot. I know how the world works. I've got ten bucks in my pocket and nothing to offer you, and I know that. But I'm too involved now. You jump, I jump, remember? I can't turn away until I know you'll be alright.
Rose: Well, I'll be fine. Really.
Jack: Really? They've got you trapped Rose and if you're gonna die if you don't break free. Maybe not right away because you're strong, but soon, that fire that I love so much about you Rose, that fire's going to burn out.
Rose: It's not up to you to save me Jack.
Jack: I know, only you can do that.

[Upon being offered a lifebelt.]
Benjamin Guggenheim: No thank you. We are dressed in our best and are prepared to go down as gentlemen.

Tommy Ryan: Music to drown by. Now I know I'm in first class.

Thomas Andrews: The pumps will buy you time, but minutes only. From this moment, no matter what we do, Titanic will founder.
Ismay: But this ship can't sink!
Thomas Andrews: She is made of iron, sir. I assure you, she can. And she *will*. It is a mathematical certainty.

Tommy Ryan: That's typical. First class dogs come down here to take a shit.
Jack: That's so we know where we rank in the scheme of things.
Tommy Ryan: Like we could forget.

Ruth DeWitt Bukater: Will the lifeboats be seated according to class? I hope they aren't too crowded.
Rose: Oh mother, shut up! Don't you understand? The water is freezing and there aren't enough boats. Not enough by half. Half the people on this ship are going to die.
Cal Hockley: Not the better half.
Molly Brown: Come on Ruth, first-class seats are right up here.
Cal Hockley: You know, it's a pity I didn't keep that drawing. It'll be worth a lot more by morning.
Rose: You unimaginable bastard!

Cal Hockley: You're a good liar.
Jack: Almost as good as you.

Old Rose: I saw my whole life as if I had 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.