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.
That’s the one good thing about Paris: there’s a lot of girls willing to take their clothes off.
The difference between Cal’s taste in art and mine is that I have some. They’re fascinating. It’s like being inside a dream or something. There’s truth but no logic.
The others were gracious and curious about the man who had saved my life. But my mother looked at him like an insect. A dangerous insect, which must be squashed quickly.
The purpose of university is to find a suitable husband. Rose has already done that.
Jack: This is crazy.
Rose: I know. It doesn’t make any sense. That’s why I trust it.
Ah, forget it, boy-o. You’re as likely to have angels fly out your arse as to get next to the likes of her.
We are the luckiest sons of bitches in the world, you know that?
Can you exchange one life for another? A caterpillar turns into a butterfly. If a mindless insect can do it, why couldn’t I? Was it any more unimaginable than the sinking of the Titanic?
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.
God! Look at that thing! You would’ve gone straight to the bottom.
[Rose shows Jack her engagement ring]
What? Do you think a first class girl can’t drink?
I saw my whole life as if I had already lived it. An endless parade of parties and cotillions, yachts and polo matches. Always the same narrow people, the same mindless chatter. I felt like I was standing at a great precipice, with no one to pull me back, no one who cared… or even noticed.