I’m the king of the world!
Wallace Hartley: [the band has finished playing, and Hartley tells the band that they may go for the boats. He remains behind and starts to play "Nearer My God To Thee". One by one the band comes back and plays as the scenes change. when the tune finishes, the water is about to swallow them] Gentlemen. It has been a privilege playing with you tonight.
Jack: That’s one of the good things about Paris: lots of girls willing to take their clothes off.
[being offered a lifebelt]
Benjamin Guggenheim: No, thank you. We are dressed in our best and are prepared to go down as gentlemen. But, we would like a brandy.
Rose: [letting go of Jack's hand] I’ll never let go, Jack. I promise.
[she kisses his hand and watches him sink, almost falling apart before she finally climbs back into the water to call the lifeboat back]
Jack: Where to, Miss?
Rose: To the stars.
Second Officer Charles Herbert Lightoller: Yes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a flat calm.
Smith: Like a mill pond, not a breath of wind.
Rose: I don’t know the steps!
Jack: Neither do I! Just go with it!
Rose: It’s so unfair.
Ruth: Of course it’s unfair. We’re women. Our choices are never easy.
[climbing an on-deck 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?
Molly Brown: [on seeing the upended Titanic] God Almighty.
Old Rose: Fifteen-hundred people went into the sea, when Titanic sank from under us. There were twenty boats floating nearby… and only one came back. One. Six were saved from the water, myself included. Six… out of fifteen-hundred. Afterward, the seven-hundred people in the boats had nothing to do but wait… wait to die… wait to live… wait for an absolution… that would never come.
Bert Cartmell: It’s a big boat, huh?
Cora Cartmell: Daddy, it’s a ship!
Bert Cartmell: You’re right.
Ruth: So this is the ship they say is unsinkable.
Cal Hockley: It is unsinkable. God himself could not sink this ship.
[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: 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.
Tommy Ryan: Music to drown by. Now I know I’m in first class.
Old Rose: I saw my whole life as if I’d 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.
Jack: I don’t know about you, but I intend to write a strongly worded letter to the White Star Line about all of this.
Thomas Andrews: I’m sorry that I didn’t build you a stronger ship, young Rose.
Fifth Officer Lowe: Is there anyone alive out there? Can anyone hear me?
Musician: What’s the use? Nobody’s listening to us anyway.
Wallace Hartley: Well, they don’t listen to us at dinner either.
Rose: I’m through being polite, goddammit! Now, take me down.
Tommy Ryan: If this is the direction the rats are going that’s fine with me!
Rose: I will do this with or without your help, sir, but without, it will take longer.
Old Rose: 1,500 people went into the sea when Titanic sank from under us. There were twenty boats floating nearby, and only one came back. One. Six were saved from the water, myself included. Six, out of 1,500. Afterward, the 700 people left in the boats had nothing to do but wait… wait to die, wait to live, wait for an absolution, which would never come.