Winning that ticket, Rose, was the best thing that ever happened to me… it brought me to you … 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.
Catalog
Jack Dawson
Rose: Staring up at the sky, Look. It's so beautiful. SO vast and endless. They're so small. My crowd, they think they're giants. They're not even dust in God’s eyes. Jack: Well, there's been a mistake. You're not one of them. You got mailed to the wrong address. Rose: Laughs, I did, didn't I? LOOK,…
That's one of the good things about Paris: lots of girls willing to take their clothes off.
Jack: [deleted scenes] I never cared too much for all that Dadaism and Cubism. Just had no heart. Rose: I like some of it. Jack: Really? For me Paris was more about living on the streets and trying to put it on paper. Rose: You know, my dream has always been to run away and become an artist, Living…
[slowly walking up a 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: [as she looks through the sketches in his portfolio] You liked this woman. You used her several times. Jack: Well, she has beautiful hands, see? Rose: I think you must have had a love affair with her. Jack: No no no, just with her hands. [turns page] She was a one-legged prostitute. See? Ah,…
[after 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 world, you know that?
[Jack and Fabrizio are playing poker in a bar in front of the port] Jack: All right, the moment of truth. Somebody's life is about to change. Fabrizio? Fabrizio: [in Italian] I have nothing. Jack: Two pairs. I'm sorry, Fabrizio. Fabrizio: You should be sorry, you bet all our money! Jack: I'm sorry,…
Jack: Wait! We're passengers! We're passengers! [flushed and panting, Jack waves the tickets as he and Fabrizio run up the ramp to the 3rd class gangway entrance] 6th Officer Moody: [looks at the tickets as Jack and Fabrizio reach the end of the ramp] Have you been through the inspection queue?…
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.
[Rose is about to cut Jack free with an axe] Wait, wait, wait! Take a couple practice swings over there. [Rose chops a hole in a cupboard door] Good! Now try and hit the same mark again, Rose. You can do it! [Rose chops again, missing the first hole by about three feet] OK, that's enough practice.
Ruth: Tell us of the accommodations in steerage, Mr. Dawson. I hear they are quite good on this ship. Jack: [respectfully, playfully, jokingly] The best I've seen, ma'am. Hardly any rats.
Rose: [impressed, after looking at his sketches in his portfolio] You have a gift Jack, you do. You see people. Jack: I see you. Rose: And? Jack: You wouldn't have jumped.
Rose: [She and Jack have just made love in the backseat of the car. He is exhausted and breathing heavily. She puts her hand to his face and caresses it] 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…
Rose: [about to dance an Irish Jig with many people watching] I don't know the steps! Jack: Neither do I! Just go with it!
[Jack and Rose are cuddling in the back 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's hand and kisses one of his fingers three times. She looks up at him and is silent for…
[Jack is dancing with Cora] Jack: I'm gonna dance with her now, all right? [Looking at Rose] Come on. Rose: What? Jack: Come on, come with me. Rose: Jack! Jack, wait. I can't do this. Jack: We're gonna have to get a little bit closer. Like this. [Jack looks at Cora] You're still my best girl, Cora.
Rose: Teach me to ride like a man. Jack: [speaking with a Southern American accent] And chew tobacco like a man. Rose: [trying to imitate the Southern American accent] And spit like a man! Jack: What, they didn't teach you that in finishing school?
Jack: [talking privately in the Titanic's gym room] Rose, you're no picnic, all right? You're a spoiled little brat, even, but under that, you'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…
God! Look at that thing! You would've gone straight to the bottom.