Movie/TV title:Titanic
Character name:Rose DeWitt Bukater
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I am not a foreman in one of your mills that you can command.I am your fiancee
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.
Lewis Bodine: We never found anything on Jack... there's no record of him at all.
Old Rose: No, there wouldn't be, would there? And I've never spoken of him until now... Not to anyone... Not even your grandfather... A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets. But now you know there was a man named Jack Dawson and that he saved me... in every way that a person can be saved. I don't even have a picture of him. He exists now... only in my memory.
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.
[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.
Bobby Buell: Brock! Brock! There's a satellite call for you.
Brock Lovett: Bobby, we're launching now. See these submersibles going into the water?
[motions to the subs]
Bobby Buell: Trust me, buddy, you wanna take this call.
[nods seriously as Bobby walks towards the satelitte phone]
Brock Lovett: This better be good.
[follows Bobby to the satellite phone]
Bobby Buell: Now, ya gotta speak up, she's kinda old.
Brock Lovett: Great.
[picks up phone]
Brock Lovett: This is Brock Lovett. How can I help you, Mrs...?
[turns to Bobby]
Bobby Buell: Calvert. Rose Calvert.
Brock Lovett: ...Mrs. Calvert?
Old Rose: I was just wondering if you had found the "Heart of the Ocean" yet, Mr. Lovett.
Brock Lovett: [turns to Bobby, completely shocked]
Bobby Buell: Told ya ya wanted to take the call.
Brock Lovett: All right, you have my attention, Rose. Can you tell us who the woman in the picture is?
Old Rose: Oh yes, the woman in the picture is me.
[Old Rose is telling Lovett and his crew about the Titanic]
Old Rose: It was the ship of dreams to everyone else. To me it was a slave ship, taking me back to America in chains. Outwardly, I was everything a well brought up girl should be. Inside, I was screaming.
[Jack is teaching Rose how to spit]
Rose: Mother! May I introduce Jack Dawson?
Ruth: Charmed, I'm sure.
[Old Rose, voice in off]
Old Rose: The others were gracious and curious about the man who had saved my life. But my mother looked at him like an insect. A dangerous insect, which must be squashed quickly.
Old Rose: [about Jack drawing her naked] My heart was pounding the whole time. It was the most erotic moment of my life. Up until then, at least.
Lewis Bodine: So what happened next?
Old Rose: You mean, did we "do it"? Sorry to disappoint you Mr. Bodine, but Jack was very professional.
[Talking about Caledon Hockley]
Old Rose: That was the last time I ever saw him. He married, of course. And inherited his millions. But the crash of '29 hit his interest hard, and he put a pistol in his mouth that year. Or so I read.
Lewis Bodine: [narrating an animated sequence of the Titanic's sinking on a TV monitor] Okay here we go. She hits the berg on the starboard side, right? She kind of bumps along punching holes like morse code, dit dit dit, along the side, below the water line. Then the forward compartments start to flood. Now as the water level rises it spills over the watertight bulkheads, which unfortunately don't go any higher then E deck. So now as the bow goes down, the stern rises up. Slow at first, then faster and faster until finally she's got her whole ass sticking up in the air - And that's a big ass, we're talking 20-30,000 tons. Okay? And the hull's not designed to deal with that pressure, so what happens? "KRRRRRRKKK!" She splits. Right down to the keel. And the stern falls back level. Then as the bow sinks it pulls the stern vertical and then finally detaches. Now the stern section just kind of bobs there like a cork for a couple of minutes, floods and finally goes under about 2:20am two hours and forty minutes after the collision. The bow section planes away, landing about half a mile away going about 20-30 knots when it hits the ocean floor. "BOOM, PLCCCCCGGG!"... Pretty cool huh?
Old Rose: Thank you for that fine forensic analysis, Mr. Bodine. Of course, the experience of it was... somewhat different.
Cal Hockley: [scoffs] God, not those finger paintings again. They certainly were a waste of money.
Rose: The difference between Cal's taste in art and mine is that I have some. They're fascinating. It's like being inside a dream or something. There's truth but no logic.
Trudy Bolt: Who's the artist?
Rose: [thinking] Something Picasso?
Cal Hockley: [scoffs] Something Picasso? He won't amount to a thing.
[sternly]
Cal Hockley: He won't, trust me!
Rose: I am not a foreman in one of your mills that you can command. I am your fiancée.
Cal Hockley: My fian... my fiancée! Yes, you are, and my wife. My wife in practice if not yet by law, so you will honor me. You will honor me the way a wife is required to honor a husband. Because I will not be made a fool, Rose. Is this in any way unclear?
Rose: No.
Jack: Don't do it.
Rose: Stay back! Don't come any closer!
Jack: Come on, just give me your hand. I'll pull you back over.
Rose: No, stay where you are! I mean it! I'll let go!
Jack: [He approaches slowly, gesturing to his cigarette to show that he is approaching merely to throw it over the side into the ocean] No, you won't.
Rose: What do you mean, "No, I won't"? Don't presume to tell me what I will and will not do, you don't know me!
Jack: Well, you woulda done it already.
Rose: You're distracting me! Go away!
Jack: I can't. I'm involved now. You let go, and I'm, I'm 'onna have to jump in there after you.
Rose: Don't be absurd. You'd be killed!
Jack: I'm a good swimmer.
Rose: The fall alone would kill you.
Jack: It would hurt. I'm not saying it wouldn't. Tell you the truth, I'm a lot more concerned about that water being so cold.
[pause. She looks down at the water. Jack is slowly removing his boots]
Rose: How cold?
Jack: Freezing. Maybe a couple degrees over. You ever, uh, you ever been to Wisconsin?
Rose: What?
Jack: Well, they have some of the coldest winters around. I grew up there, near Chippewa Falls. I remember when I was a kid, me and my father, we went ice fishing out on Lake Wissota. Ice fishing is, you know, where you...
Rose: I know what ice fishing is!
Jack: Sorry. You just seem like, you know, kind of an indoor girl. Anyway, I, uh, I fell through some thin ice; and I'm telling you, water that cold, like right down there...
[He gestures with his chin down toward the Atlantic Ocean]
Jack: ... it hits you like a thousand knives stabbing you all over your body. You can't breathe. You can't think. At least, not about anything but the pain. Which is why I'm not looking forward to jumping in there after you.
[They exchange glances]
Jack: Like I said, I don't have a choice. I guess I'm kinda hoping you'll come back over the railing, an' get me off the hook here.
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. Come on. C'mon, give me your hand. You don't want to do this.
[She reaches her hand back, he reaches his forward, and he helps her back onto the deck]
Jack: Whew! I'm Jack Dawson.
Rose: Rose De Witt Bukater.
Jack: I'm gonna have to get you to write that one down.
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.
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.
Rose: I don't see what all of the fuss is about. It doesn't look any bigger than the Mauritania.
Cal Hockley: You can be blasé about some things, Rose, but not about Titanic. It's over a hundred feet longer than the Mauritania and far more luxurious.
Jack: Rose, you're no picnic, all right? You're a spoiled little brat, even, but under that, you're the most amazingly, astounding, wonderful girl, woman that I've ever known...
Rose: Jack, I...
Jack: No, let me try and get this out. You're ama- I'm not an idiot, I know how the world works. I've got ten bucks in my pocket, I have no-nothing to offer you and I know that. I understand. But I'm too involved now. You jump, I jump remember? I can't turn away without knowing you'll be all right... That's all I want.
Rose: Well, I'm fine... I'll be fine... really.
Jack: Really? I don't think so. They've got you trapped, Rose. And you're gonna die if you don't break free. Maybe not right away because you're strong but... sooner or later that fire that I love about you, Rose... that fire's gonna burn out...
Rose: It's not up to you to save me, Jack.
Jack: You're right... only you can do that.
Rose: The last thing I need is another picture of me looking like a porcelain doll.
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 Hockley: 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.
Molly Brown: [to the group who are dining at the same table] Hey, uh, who thought of 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 about the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you.
Ruth: [whispering] What's gotten into you?
Rose: Excuse me.
[She rises and leaves]
Ruth: I do apologize.
Molly Brown: She's a pistol, Cal! Hope you can handle her.
Cal Hockley: Well, I may have to start minding what she reads from now on, won't I, Mrs. Brown?
Ismay: Freud? Who is he? Is he a passenger?
Ruth: Will the lifeboats be seated according to class? I hope they aren't too crowded.
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.
Cal Hockley: Not the better half.
Molly Brown: Come on Ruth, first-class seats are right up here.
Cal Hockley: 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!
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.
Rose: Mr. Andrews... I saw the iceberg and I see it in your eyes... please, tell me the truth.
Thomas Andrews: The ship... will sink.
Rose: You're certain?
Thomas Andrews: Yes, In an hour or so, all of this will be at the bottom of the Atlantic.
Cal Hockley: What?
Thomas Andrews: Please, tell only who you must. I don't want to be responsible for a panic. And get to a boat quickly, DON'T WAIT. You... remember what I told you, about the boats?
Rose: Yes... I understand.
Rose: Mr. Andrews, forgive me. I did this sum in my head and with the number of lifeboats times the capacity you mentioned, forgive me, but it seems that there aren't enough for everyone aboard.
Thomas Andrews: 'Bout half, actually. Rose, you miss nothing, do you?
Rose: Hello Jack. I changed my mind. They said you might be out here.
Jack: Shhh. Gimme your hand. Now close your eyes, go on. Now step up. Now hold on to the railing. Keep your eyes closed, don't peek.
Rose: I'm not.
Jack: Step up on the railing. Hold on, hold on. Keep your eyes closed. Do you trust me?
Rose: I trust you.
[Jack opens Rose's arms]
Jack: All right. Open your eyes.
Rose: [gasp] I'm flying, Jack!
[Jack starts singing]
Jack: Come, Josephine, in my flying machine, going up, she goes up, up she goes.
[they kiss]
Rose: You have a gift Jack, you do. You see people.
Jack: I see you.
Rose: And?
Jack: You wouldn't have jumped.
Ruth: Tea, Trudy!
Trudy Bolt: Yes, ma'am.
Ruth: You're not to see that boy again. Do you understand me? Rose, I forbid it.
Rose: Oh stop it, mother. You'll give yourself a nose bleed.
Jack: Where to, Miss?
Rose: To stars.
Jack: Do you love him?
Rose: Pardon me?
Jack: Do you love him?
Rose: Well, you're being very rude. You shouldn't be asking me this.
Jack: Well, it's a simple question. Do you love the guy or not?
Rose: This is not a suitable conversation.
Jack: Why can't you just answer the question?
Rose: This is absurd. I don't know you and you don't know me and we are not having this conversation at all. You are rude and uncouth, and presumptuous, and I am leaving now.
[starts shaking Jack's hand]
Rose: Jack... Mister Dawson, it's been a pleasure. I've sought you out to thank you, and now I have thanked you.
Jack: And even insulted me.
Rose: Well, you deserved it.
Jack: Right.
Rose: Right.
Jack: [Rose is still shaking his hand] I thought you were leaving.
Rose: [turns to leave] I am. You are so annoying.
Jack: Ha, ha.
Rose: [turns back to Jack] Wait, I don't have to leave, this is my part of the ship. You leave.
Jack: Oh ho, ho, well well well, now who's being rude?
[Rose throws a dime to Jack]
Rose: As a paying customer, I expect to get what I want.
[Jack is dancing with Cora]
Jack: I'm gonna dance with her now, all right?
[Looking at Rose]
Jack: Come on.
Rose: What?
Jack: Come on, come with me.
Rose: Jack! Jack, wait. I can't do this.
Jack: We're gonna have to get a little bit closer. Like this.
[Jack looks at Cora]
Jack: You're still my best girl, Cora.
[Rose is drinking black beer]
Rose: What? Do you think a first class girl can't drink?
[Rose shows Jack the diamond]
Rose: Jack, I want you to draw me like one of your French girls. Wearing this...
Jack: All right.
Rose: Wearing "only" this.
[Jack and Rose are inside the car]
Jack: Are you nervous?
Rose: No. Put your hands on me, Jack.
[Jack and Rose break a door while the ship is sinking]
Employee: Hey! What do you think you're doing? You'll have to pay for that, you know? That's White Star Line property.
Jack, Rose: Shut up!
[Rose jumps from the saving boat and goes to where Jack is]
Jack: Rose! You're so stupid. Why did you do that, huh? You're so stupid, Rose. Why did you do that? Why?
Rose: You jump, I jump, right?
Jack: Right.
Rose: Oh God! I couldn't go. I couldn't go, Jack.
Jack: It's all right. We'll think of something.
Rose: At least I'm with you.
Jack: We'll think of something.
[the Titanic is about to sink]
Rose: Jack! This is where we first met.
[as the Carpathia is arriving in New York]
Carpathia Steward: Can I take your name, please love?
Rose: Dawson, Rose Dawson.
Rose: So you think you're big tough men?
[Rose takes Tommy's cigarette and takes a pull]
Rose: Then let's see you do this. Hold this for me Jack.
[lifts up her dress train]
Rose: Hold it up!
[Rose then slowly rises on her toes to complete a toe-stand]
3rd Class Irish Woman: Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
Rose: I'm through being polite, goddammit! Now, take me down.
Rose: [whispering to Jack] Next it will be brandys in the smoking room.
Col. Archibald Gracie: [to everybody] Join me in a brandy, gentlemen?
Rose: [whispering to Jack] They are retreating into a cloud of smoke where they will congratulate each other on being masters of the universe.
Rose: The sky. It's so vast and endless. My crowd, they think they're giants. They're like dust in the eyes of God.
Jack: You're not one of them.
Jack: [deleted scences] I never cared too much for all that Dadaism and Cubism. Just had no heart.
Rose: I like some of it.
Jack: Really? For me Paris was more about living on the streets and trying to put it on paper.
Rose: You know, my dream has always been to run away and become an artist, Living in a garrett poor but free!
Jack: You wouldn't last 2 days. Theres no hot water and hardly any caviar.
Rose: [deleted scenes] Look! A shooting star.
Jack: Its a long one. My pops used to tell me that every time you saw one it was a soul going to heaven.
Rose: I like that. Aren't you supposed to wish on it?
Jack: [intently] why? what would you wish for?
Rose: [pause] Something i can't have.
Rose: You used this woman several times.
Jack: She has beautiful hands, see?
Rose: I think you must have had a love affair with her.
Jack: No, just with her hands. See.
[turns page]
Jack: She was a one-legged prostitute. Ah, she had a good sense of humour though.
Jack: Rose! How did you find out I didn't do it?
Rose: I didn't. I just realized I already knew.
Rose: I will do this with or without your help, sir... but without, it will take longer.
Rose: [Rose is pointing out certain people to Jack before dinner] That's John Jacob Astor, the richest man on the ship. His little wifey there, Madelyn, is my age and in a delicate condition. See how she's trying to hide it? Quite the scandal.
Cal Hockley: 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: [to Jack] When the ship docks, I'm getting off with you.
Jack: This is crazy.
Rose: I know. It doesn't make any sense. That's why I trusted.
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