— 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.
— You are pazzo!
— Maybe, but I've got the tickets.
After winning poker tickets to the Titanic.
— 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.
— Paris for me... was more than living on the streets... and trying to put it on the paper, do you know what I mean?
— My dream has always been to just run away and become an artist... living in a garret, poor but free.
— You wouldn't last two days. There's no hot water and hardly ever any caviar.
— I happen to hate caviar. And I hate people telling me what dreams I should and shouldn't have. I'm sorry. You're right. Well, all right. Everybody expects me to be this delicate little flower, which I'm not. I'm sturdy. I'm strong as a horse. I'm here to do something, not just sit around and be decorative.
— It's been 84 years...
— It's okay. Just try to remember anything...anything at all.
— Do you want to hear this or not, Mr. Lovett? 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.