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.
— Where to, Miss?
— To the stars.
— 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.
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.
I don't know about you, but I intend to write a strongly worded letter to the "White Star" about all of this.
Your money can't save you anymore than it can save me.
Titanic was called the Ship of Dreams, and it was. It really was.