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.
Rose: I am not a foreman in one of your mills which you can command. I am your fiancee.
Cal: 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?
Jack: That's the one good thing about Paris - there's a lot of girls willing to take their clothes off.
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: You can be blasé about some things, Rose, but not about Titanic. It's over a hundered feet longer than the Mauritania and far more luxurious.
Jack Dawson: 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.
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!
Cal: 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: Where are you going? To him? To be a whore to a gutter rat?
Rose: I'd rather be his whore than your wife
Rose: I know. It doesn't make any sense. That's why I trust it.
Jack: I'm the king of the world!
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.
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.
Benjamin Guggenheim: No thank you. We are dressed in our best and are prepared to go down as gentlemen.
Tommy: 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: Like we could forget.
Cal: You're a good liar.
Jack: Almost as good as you.
Ismay: But this ship can't sink!
Andrews: She is made of iron, sir. I assure you, she can. And she will. It is a mathematical certainty.
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.
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.
Caledon: Not the better half.
Molly Brown: Come on Ruth, first-class seats are right up here.
Caledon: 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!
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...
