Cal: God, not those fingerpaintings again. They sure were a waste of money. 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.
Fabrizio: I can see the Statue of Liberty already! ...Very small, of course.
Molly Brown: You shine up like a new penny.
Jack: That's the one good thing about Paris: there's a lot of girls willing to take their clothes off.
[Rose shows Jack her engagement ring.] Jack: My God! You would've gone straight to the bottom.
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.
Rose: The last thing I need is another picture of me looking like a porcelain doll.
Jack: I'm the king of the world!
[Upon boarding the ship with Fabrizio.] Jack: We are the luckiest sons of bitches in the world, you know that?
Ruth: So this is the ship they say is unsinkable. 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
Jack: This is crazy. Rose: I know. It doesn't make any sense. That's why I trust it.
[As Jack sketches her in the nude] Rose: I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste. I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing. Jack: He does landscapes.
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.
[Upon being offered a lifebelt.] Benjamin Guggenheim: No thank you. We are dressed in our best and are prepared to go down as gentlemen.
Tommy Ryan: Music to drown by. Now I know I'm in first class.
Andrews: The pumps will buy you time, but minutes only. From this moment, no matter what we do, Titanic will founder. 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.
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.
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...
[Looking at a salvaged hand mirror.] Old Rose: This was mine. How extraordinary! And it looks the same as when I last used it. ...The reflection's changed a bit.
Old Rose: 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.
Old 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.
Old 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.
[Jack sees Rose for the first time.] Tommy Ryan: Ah, forget it, lad. You'd like as have angels fly out of your arse as get next to the likes of her.
Brock Lovett: Three years I've thought of nothing except Titanic, but I never got it, I never let it in.
Lewis Bodine: Incredible. There's Smith and he's standing there and he's got the iceberg warning in his fucking hand, excuse me, in his hand, and he's ordering MORE SPEED.
Brock Lovett: 26 years of experience working against him. He figures anything big enough to sink the ship they're gonna see in time to turn. The ship's too big with too small a rudder. It doesn't corner worth a damn. Everything he knows is wrong.
Thomas Andrews: I'm sorry I didn't build you a stronger ship, young Rose.
Rose DeWitt Bukater: Mr. Andrews! I saw the iceberg, and I see it in your eyes... please, tell me the truth! Thomas Andrews: In another hour, all of this, all you see here... will be at the bottom of the Atlantic. Please get to a lifeboat as fast as you can!
[About his silverware during dinner] Jack Dawson: Are these all for me?! Molly Brown: Just start from the outside and work your way in.