Titanic – Movie Quotes

If this is the direction the rats were running, it's good enough for me.

Darling, now you can keep us both locked in your safe. Rose

— My heart was pounding the whole time. It was the most erotic moment of my life... up till then at least.
— What, uh... happened next?
— You mean, did we "do it"? Sorry to disappoint you Mr. Bodine.

— Incredible. There's Smith and he's standing there and... he's got the iceberg warning in his fucking hand... excuse me... his hand, and he's ordering more speed.
— 26 years of experience working against him.

— 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.

Ain't nothing to it. They love money. Pretend like you own a gold mine and you're in the club.

— Son? Do you have the slightest comprehension or what you're doing?
— Not really.
— You're about to go into the snake pit.

The others were gracious and curious about the man who'd saved my life. But my mother looked at him like an insect.

— I know what you must be thinking. Poor little rich girl, what does she know about misery?
— No, no, that's not what I was thinking. What I was thinking was, what could've happened to this girl to make her think she had no way out?

Col. Archibald Gracie: — Perhaps a little something to the boy?
Cal Hockley: — Of course. Mr. Lovejoy, i think 20 dollars should do it.
Rose Dewitt Bukater: — Ir that the going rate for saving a woman you love?

— Stupid, really. I was leaning over and I slipped. I was leaning far over to see the... Propellers, and I slipped. And I would have gone overboard but Mr. Dawson here... saved me. And almost
went over himself. <...>
— You'll want to tie those. It's interesting... the young lady slipped so suddenly... and you still had time to remove your jacket and your shoes.

— 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.

— What's the artist's name?
— Something Picasso.
— Something Picasso... He won't amount to a thing. He won't, trust me.

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.

— 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.

— Okay, here we go. She hits the berg on the starboard side, right? She kind of bumps along... punching holes like morse code, ditdit-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 than 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? 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 2:20 AM... 2 hours and 40 minutes after the collision. The bow section planes away...landing about a half a mile away... going 20, 30 knots when it hits the ocean floor. Pretty cool?
— Thank you for that fine forensic analysis, Mr. Bodine. Of course, the experience of it was... somewhat different.