Rose DeWitt-Bucater

— I know what you must be thinking. Poor little rich girl, what does she know about misery?
— No, no, that's not what I was thinking. What I was thinking was, what could've happened to this girl to make her think she had no way out?

Darling, now you can keep us both locked in your safe. Rose

— 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.

It was the ship of dreams to everyone else. To me, it was a slave ship, taking me back to America in chains. Outwardly, I was everything a well brought up girl should be. Inside, I was screaming.

— What's the artist's name?
— Something Picasso.
— Something Picasso... He won't amount to a thing. He won't, trust me.

Col. Archibald Gracie: — Perhaps a little something to the boy?
Cal Hockley: — Of course. Mr. Lovejoy, i think 20 dollars should do it.
Rose Dewitt Bukater: — Ir that the going rate for saving a woman you love?

— Jack, must you go?
— Time for me to row with the other slaves.

— You liked this woman. You used her several times.
— She had beautiful hands.
— I think you must have had a love affair with her...
— No, no! Just with her hands.

— Stupid, really. I was leaning over and I slipped. I was leaning far over to see the... Propellers, and I slipped. And I would have gone overboard but Mr. Dawson here... saved me. And almost
went over himself. <...>
— You'll want to tie those. It's interesting... the young lady slipped so suddenly... and you still had time to remove your jacket and your shoes.

The others were gracious and curious about the man who'd saved my life. But my mother looked at him like an insect.