Rose DeWitt-Bucater

— 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.

— 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.

Mr. Andrews... I saw the iceberg and I see it in your eyes... please, tell me the truth.

— Will these lifeboats be seated according to class? I hope they're not too crowded.
— Oh, mother, shut up! Don't you understand? The water is freezing and there aren't enough boats Not enough by half. Half the people on this ship are gonna die.

— Jack, I want you to draw me like one of your French girls. Wearing this.
— All right.
— Wearing only this... The last thing I need... is another picture of me looking like a porcelain doll. As a paying customer... I expect to get what I want.