Titanic

— 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.