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　　Cal Hockley: You're a good liar.Jack: Almost as good as you.

　　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: I know what you must be thinking. "Poor little rich girl, what does she know about misery?"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...

　　Rose: I love you, Jack.Jack: Don't you do that, don't say your good-byes.Rose: I'm so cold.Jack: Listen, Rose. You're gonna get out of here, you're gonna go on and make lots of babies, and you're gonna watch them grow. You're gonna die an old... an old lady warm in her bed, but not here, not this night. Not like this, do you understand me?Rose: I can't feel my body.Jack: Winning that ticket, Rose, was the best thing that ever happened to me... it brought me to you. And I'm thankful for that, Rose. I'm thankful. 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.Rose: I promise.Jack: Never let go.Rose: I'll never let go. I'll never let go, Jack.

　　Cal Hockley: [stuffs coat with money and diamond] I make my own luck.Lovejoy: [shows gun] So do I.

　　Brock Lovett: Dive six, here we are again on the deck of Titanic. Two and a half miles down. Three-thousand, eight hundred and twenty-one meters. The pressure outside is three thousand pounds per square inch. These windows are nine inches thick, and if they go, it's sayonara in two micro-seconds.

　　Jack: I don't know about you, but I intend on writing a strongly worded letter to the White Star Line about all of this.

　　[Looking at a salvaged hand mirror]Old Rose: This was mine. How extraordinary! And it looks the same as it did last time I saw 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.