Male Passenger: Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death…
Jack: You want to walk a little faster through that valley there?
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.
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.
That’s the one good thing about Paris: there’s a lot of girls willing to take their clothes off.
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?
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.
God! Look at that thing! You would’ve gone straight to the bottom.
[Rose shows Jack her engagement ring]
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.
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.
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.