Titanic Quotes

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Nothing on Earth Could Come Between Them...

Lovett: Seeing her come out of the darkness like a ghost ship, still gets me everytime. 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.
Bodine: You are so full of shit boss.

Bodine: Oops, somebody left the water runnin.

Bodine: You smellin somethin boss?

Old Rose: I'll be god damned.

Old Rose: I was just wondering if you had found the 'Heart of the Ocean' yet Mr. Lovett?

Lovett: Can you tell us who the woman in the picture is?
Rose: Oh yes, the woman in the picture is me.

Bodine: She doesn't exactly pack light, does she?

Lizzy Calvert: You actually think this is you, nana?
Old Rose: Of course it's me dear. Wasn't I a dish?

Old Rose: (picking up a mirror) This was mine. How extraordinary. It looks the same as the last time I saw it. The reflection has changed a bit.

Lovett: Are you ready to go back to Titanic?

Bodine: 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: It's been 84 years.
Brock Lovett: Ok, just try and remember anything. Anything at all.
Old Rose: Do you wanna 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.

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 100 feet longer than Mauretania, and far more luxurious.

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, inwardly I was screaming.

Fabrizio: ...Jack you bet a' everything we have.
Jack: When ya got nothin, ya got nothin to lose.

Jack: I'm sorry Fabrizio, you're not gonna see your mom again for a LONG time.
Fabrizio: (fussing)

Jack: Cause we're goin to America!!! Full house boys!!!

Rose: It had a lot of faces on it.
Trudy: Would you like all of them out?
Rose: Yes, we need a little color in this room.
Cal: God, not those fingerpaintings again, they certainly were a waist of money.
Rose: The difference between Cal's taste in art and mine is that I have some. They're fascinating. It's like being inside a dream or something. There's truth but no logic.
Trudy: What's the artist's name?
Rose: Something Picasso.
Cal: Something Picasso. He won't amount to a thing! Trust me!

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

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

Jack: I'm the king of the world!!!

Ismay: She's the biggest object ever made by man in all of history. And our master shipbuilder Mr. Andrews here designed her from the keel plates up.
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 it's appointments that the supremacy would never be challenged. And here she is. Weld into solid reality.

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Cal: We'll both have the lamb. Rare with very little mint sauce. You do like lamb, right sweetpea?
Molly Brown: You gonna cut her meat for her too there Cal? Hey, uh...who thought of 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 about the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you.

(Jack staring at Rose) Tommy: Ahh, forget her boyo, you'd as like have angels fly out of your arse as get next to the likes of her.

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 in a great precipice with no one to pull me back, no one who cared, or even noticed.


Jack: Don't do it.
Rose: Stay back! Don't come any closer.
Jack: Come on, 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: No you won't.
Rose: What do you mean no I won't? Don't presume to tell me what I will and 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, I'm gonna have to jump in there after ya.
Rose: Don't be obsurd. You'll be killed.
Jack: I'm a good swimmer.
Rose: The fall alone will kill you.
Jack: It would hurt, I'm not sayin it wouldn't. To tell you the truth I'm a lot more concerned about that water being so cold.
Rose: How cold?
Jack: Freezing. Maybe a couple of degrees over. You 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 father went ice fishing out on Lake Wissota. Ice fishing is you know where you...
Rose: (interupting) I know what ice fishing is!
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 ya, water that cold. Like right down there. 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 ya. Like I said, I don't have a choice. I guess I'm kinda hopin 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. Come on. Give me your hand, you don't wanna do this.
(hand in hand) Jack: Phew! I'm Jack Dawson.
Rose: Rose DeWitt Bukater.
Jack: I'm gonna haveta get you to write that one down. Come on.
(Rose trips on beaded dress, now hanging off back of Titanic)
Rose: Please help me!
Jack: Listen. Listen. I've got you, I won't let go. Now pull yourself up come on! Come on. You can do it. I've gotchu. (now back on ship)

Rose: Cal. Cal. It was an accident. It was. Stupid really. I was leaning over and I slipped. I was leaning far over to see the uh, uh, uh, the uh, uh...propellers. And I slipped and I would've gone overboard, but Mr. Dawson here saved me and almost went over himself.

Master of Arms: Perhaps a little something for the boy?
Cal: Of course. Mr. Lovejoy, I think a 20 should do it.
Rose: Is that the going rate for saving the woman you love?
Cal: Rose is displeased. What to do? I know. (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. (under breath: This should be interesting.)

"The Bedroom Scene"

Cal: I know you've been melancholy and I don't pretend to know why. I intended to save this until the engagement gala, next week. But, I thought tonight. (showing a gigantic blue gem)
Rose: Good gracious.
Cal: Ha. Perhaps as a reminder of, my feelings for you.
Rose: Is it a...
(interupting) Cal: Diamond, yes. 56 karats to be exact. It was worn by Louie the XVI. They called it "La Couer De La Mer".
(together) 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.

"The Deck Scene"

Jack: Since I was 15. Since my folks died. And I had no brothers or sisters, or close kin in that part of the country so I lit on out of there and I have't been back since. You could just call me a tumbleweed blowin in the wind. Well. Rose. We've walked about a mile around this boat deck and chewed over about how great the weather's been and how I grew up, but I reckon why 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 your 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's not was I was thinkin. What I was thinking was what could've happened to this girl to make her think she had no way out.
Rose: Well I, it was everything. My whole world and all the people in it. And the inertia of my life. Plunging ahead and me, powerless to stop it.
(Rose showing engagement ring) Jack: God, look at that thing. You would've gone straight to the bottom!
Rose: 500 invitations have gone out. All of Philadelphia's society will be there. And all the while I feel like...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: Ah, this is not a suitable conversation.
Jack: Why can't you just answer the question?
Rose: Ah ha, ah, this is obsurd. 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, unpresumptuous 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.
(interupting) Jack: And you've insulted me.
Rose: Well. You deserved it.
Jack: Right.
Rose: Right.
(still shaking hands) Jack: I thought you were leaving.
Rose: I am...you are so annoying!
Jack: Ha ha!
Rose: Wait! I don't have to leave. This is my part of the ship. You leave
Jack: Ho ho ho. Well well well. Now who's being rude?
(taking portfolio) Rose: What is this stupid thing you're carrying around? What are you? An artist or something? Well...these are rather good. They're uh...very good actually. Jack, this is exquisite work.
Jack: Ah, they didn't think too much of em in Ol' Paree.
Rose: Paris. You do get around...for a por...Well uh...a person of limited means.
Jack: Go on, a poor guy...you can say it.
Rose: Well well well. 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 like this woman. You used her several times.
Jack: Well, she had beautiful hands, you see?
Rose: I think you must've had a love affair with her.
Jack: No no no no no. Just with her hands. She was a one legged prostitute. See?
Rose: Ohh...(laughing)
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 jewelry she owned just waiting for her long lost love. I called her Madame Bijou. See her clothes are all moth eaten.
Rose: Well, you have a gift Jack. You do. You see people.

Jack: I see you.
(curious) Rose: And?
Jack: You wouldn't a jumped.

Jack: I worked in a squid boat in Monterey. Then I went down to the Los Angeles to the pier in Santa Monica and started doin portraits there for 10 cents apiece.
Rose: Why can't I be like you Jack? Just head out for the horizon 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 rollercoaster til we throw up, then we'll ride horses on the beach, right in the surf--now 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: Yea.
Rose: Can you show me?
Jack: Sure, if ya like.

Rose: Teach me to ride like a man.
Jack: (in a western accent) A chew tobacco like a man.

Rose: And spit like a man!
Jack: What, they didn't teach you that in finishing school?
Rose: No.
Jack: Well, come on I'll show you. Let's do it.
Rose: Wuh, Jack, no Jack no, wait Jack, no Jack I couldn't possibly Jack! (Jack in background oh come on, come on!)
Jack: Watch closely. (spits over side)
Rose: That's disgusting!
Jack: Alright, your turn. (Rose spits) That's pitiful! Come on, you really gotta hawk it back, get some levage to it, use your arms, ark your neck...did you see the range on that thing?
Rose: Hmm hmm.
Jack: Aww, that was better you gotta work on it. Really try to hawk it up, get some body to it.
(Ruth walks up with the Countess and Molly)
Rose: Mother! May I introduce Jack Dawson!
Ruth: Charmed I'm sure.
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 sqwushed quickly.

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