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

Mr. Andrews: The ship will sink.

Rose: You're certain?

Mr. Andrews: Yes, in an hour, or so, all of this will be at the bottom of the Atlantic.

Jack: I'm the king of the world!

Cal Hockley: You're going to him? To be a whore to a gutter rat?!

Rose: I'd rather be his whore than your wife.