Lewis Bodine: We never found anything on Jack. There's no record of him at all.
Rose Calvert: No, there wouldn't be, would there? And I've never spoken of him until now. Not to anyone, not even your grandfather. A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets. But now you know there was a man named Jack Dawson. And that he saved me. In every way that a person can be saved. I don't even have a picture of him. He exists now, only in my memory.
Rose: I love you Jack.
Jack: Don't you do that, don't say any good-byes.
Rose: I'm so cold.
Jack: I don't know about you, but I intend on writing a strongly worded letter to the White Star Line about all of this. You're gonna go on, and make lots of babies, and watch them grow. You're gonna die an old lady, warm in your bed. Not here, not this night. Do you understand me? Winning that ticket, Rose, was the best thing that ever happened to me... It brought me to you. And I'm thankful for that, Rose. I'm thankful. You must do me this honor, Rose. Promise me you'll survive. That you won't give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, Rose, and never let go of that promise.
Rose: I promise.
Jack: Never let go.
Rose: I'll never let go. I'll never let go, Jack.
Thomas Andrews: Mr. Lightoller! Why are the boats being launched half full? There, look! 20 or so, in a boat built for 65? And I saw one boat with only twelve. Twelve!
Officer Lightoller: Well, we weren't sure of the weight, Mr. Andrews, these boats may buckle.
Thomas Andrews: Rubbish! These boats were tested in Belfast with the weight of 70 men! Now fill these boats, for God's sake man!
Brock Lovett: Dive six, here we are again on the deck of Titanic. Two and a half miles down. Three-thousand, eight hundred and twenty-one meters. The pressure outside is three-and-a-half tons per square inch. These windows are nine inches thick, and if they go, it's sayonara in two micro-seconds.