I feel like I'm standing in the middle of a crowded room, screaming at the top of my lungs, and no one even looks up.
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— 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. No, let me try and get this out. I'm not an idiot. I know how the world works. I've got ten bucks in my pocket. I have 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 that I want.
— Well, I'm fine. I'll be fine. Really.
— 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 is gonna burn out.
— It's not up to you to save me, Jack.
— You're right. Only you can do that.
— 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.
— I'll never let go, Jack.
— You're so stupid, Rose! Why did you do that? Why?!
— You jump, I jump, right?
— I love you, Jack.
— Don't you do that. Don't you say your good-byes. Not yet. Do you understand me?
— I'm so cold.
— Listen, Rose... you're gonna get out of here. You're gonna go on... and you're gonna make lots of babies. And you're gonna watch them grow. You're gonna die an old lady...warm in her bed. Not here. Not this night. Not like this. Do you understand me?
— I'm Jack Dawson.
— Rose DeWitt Bukater.
— I'll have to get you to write that one down.
— I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste. I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing.
— He does landscapes.
— And I'm telling you... water that cold, like right down there... it hits you like 1000 knives stabbing you all over your body. You can't breathe... You can't think. Least not about anything but the pain. Which is why I'm not looking forward to jumping in there after you. Like I said I don't have a choice I guess I'm kind of hoping you'll come back over the rail and... and get me off the hook here.
— You're crazy.
— That's what everybody says but... with all due respect, miss... I'm not the one hanging off the back of a ship here.
— Jack, I want you to draw me like one of your French girls. Wearing this.
— All right.
— Wearing only this... The last thing I need... is another picture of me looking like a porcelain doll. As a paying customer... I expect to get what I want.
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