Jack:

That's one of the good things about Paris: lots of girls willing to take their clothes off.

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[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?

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[waving to people as the Titanic sets off] Jack:

Goodbye!

Fabrizio:

You know somebody?

Jack:

Of course not! That's not the point! Goodbye, I'll miss you!

Fabrizio:

Goodbye! I'm gonna never forget you!

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Rose:

It's so unfair.

Ruth:

Of course it's unfair. We're women. Our choices are never easy.

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Jack:

Where to, Miss?

Rose:

To the stars.

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Smith:

Clear.

Second Officer Charles Herbert Lightoller:

Yes. I don't think I've ever seen such a flat calm.

Smith:

Like a mill pond, not a breath of wind.

Second Officer Charles Herbert Lightoller:

It will make the bergs harder to see... with no breaking water at the base.

Smith:

Hmm. Well, I'm off. Mantain speed and heading, Mr. Lightoller.

Second Officer Charles Herbert Lightoller:

Yes, sir.

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Rose:

I don't know the steps!

Jack:

Neither do I! Just go with it!

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Rose:

I don't see what all of the fuss is about. 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.

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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?

Rose:

No.

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Molly Brown:

You shine up like a new penny.

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[first lines]

Brock Lovett:

Thirteen meters; you should see it.

[seeing the shipwreck come into view for the first time] Brock Lovett:

OK; take her up and over the bow rail.

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[letting go of Jack's hand] Rose:

I'll never let go, Jack. I promise.

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

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Fabrizio:

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

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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!

[He approaches slowly, gesturing to his cigarette to show that he is approaching merely to throw it over the side into the ocean] 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 woulda 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 'onna 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. Tell you the truth, I'm a lot more concerned about that water being so cold.

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

Rose:

How cold?

Jack:

Freezing. Maybe a couple degrees over. You ever, 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, 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, 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.

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. C'mon, give me your hand. You don't want to do this.

[She reaches her hand back, 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 down.

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[Rose shows Jack her engagement ring]

Jack:

God! Look at that thing! You would've gone straight to the bottom.

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