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Rose: The last thing I need is another picture of me looking like a porcelain doll. (Sen tar hon av sig naken) Ruth: So this is the ship they say is unsinkable. Cal: It is unsinkable. God himself couldn't sink this ship. 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 (När Jack tecknar henne naken) Rose: I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste. I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing. Jack: He does landscapes. Molly: Hey, who came up with the name Titanic? You, Bruce? Ismay: Yes, actually. I wanted to convey sheer size. And size means stability, luxury... and safety 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: Rose, you're the most amazing, wonderful girl, woman that I've ever met. Rose: Jack, I'm engaged. Jack: Wait, just let me try and get this out. Rose you're wonderful. [pause] I'm not an idiot. I know how the world works. I have ten bucks in my pocket and nothing to offer you, and I know that. They've got you trapped Rose and if you don't break free you're going to die. Then that fire that I love so about you, 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. (När hon tittar i spegeln) Gamla Rose: This was mine. How extraordinary! And it looks the same as when I last used it. The reflection's changed a bit though. Gamla 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. Gamla Rose: It's been 84 years, and I can still smell the fresh smell of the 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. Gamla 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 /Anna |