Jack: This is crazy.
Rose: I know. It doesn’t make any sense. That’s why I trust it.
Rose: It’s not up to you to save me, Jack.
Jack: You’re right… only you can do that.
We are the luckiest sons of bitches in the world, you know that?
Rose: It’s so unfair.
Ruth: Of course it’s unfair. We’re women. Our choices are never easy.
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.
What? Do you think a first class girl can’t drink?
I’m not an idiot, I know how the world works. I’ve got ten bucks in my pocket, I have no-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 I want.
Cal: Where are you going? To him? To be a wh*re to a gutter rat?
Rose: I’d rather be his wh*re than your wife.
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.