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.
I mean, I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's gonna happen or, who I'm gonna meet, where I'm gonna wind up. 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. I figure life's a gift and I don't intend on wasting it. You don't know what hand you're gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you... to make each day count.
— 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.
I'd rather be his whore than your wife.
— 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.
This was mine. How extraordinary. And it looks the same as it did the last time I saw it. The reflection has changed a bit.
— 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?
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