Rose: [impressed, after looking at his sketches in his portfolio] You have a gift Jack, you do. You see people. Jack: I see you. Rose: And? Jack: You wouldn't have jumped.
Catalog
Leonardo Dicaprio
Rose: [She and Jack have just made love in the backseat of the car. He is exhausted and breathing heavily. She puts her hand to his face and caresses it] You're trembling. Jack: [Panting] Don't worry. I'll be all right. [He smiles, leans toward Rose and kisses her. They look at each other, and Rose…
Rose: [about to dance an Irish Jig with many people watching] I don't know the steps! Jack: Neither do I! Just go with it!
[Jack and Rose are cuddling in the back seat of the car] Jack: [Implying they're about to have sexual intercourse] Are you nervous? Rose: No. [He smiles at her; their fingers intertwining. Rose gently takes Jack's hand and kisses one of his fingers three times. She looks up at him and is silent for…
[Jack is dancing with Cora] Jack: I'm gonna dance with her now, all right? [Looking at Rose] Come on. Rose: What? Jack: Come on, come with me. Rose: Jack! Jack, wait. I can't do this. Jack: We're gonna have to get a little bit closer. Like this. [Jack looks at Cora] You're still my best girl, Cora.
Rose: Teach me to ride like a man. Jack: [speaking with a Southern American accent] And chew tobacco like a man. Rose: [trying to imitate the Southern American accent] And spit like a man! Jack: What, they didn't teach you that in finishing school?
Jack: [talking privately in the Titanic's gym room] 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... Rose: Jack, I... Jack: No, let me try and get this out. You're ama—I’m not…
God! Look at that thing! You would've gone straight to the bottom.
[Rose jumps from the saving boat and goes to where Jack is] Jack: Rose! You're so stupid. Why did you do that, huh? You're so stupid, Rose. Why did you do that? Why? Rose: You jump, I jump, right? Jack: Right. Rose: Oh God! I couldn't go. I couldn't go, Jack. Jack: It's all right. We'll think of…
Rose: I know what you must be thinking. 'Poor little rich girl, what does she know about misery?' Jack: 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?
[to Rose as he kisses her hand at the bottom of the grand stairway] I saw that in a nickelodeon once and I always wanted to do it.
Jack: [leaning on the railing on the starboard side, waving to people as the Titanic sets off] Goodbye! Fabrizio: You know somebody? Jack: Of course not! That's not the point! Goodbye, I'll miss you! Fabrizio: Goodbye! I'm gonna never forget you!
[jokingly, whispering to rose as she lies on top of floating door] I don't know about you, but I intend to write a strongly worded letter to the White Star Line about all of this.
Rose: [seeing her standing alone on the highest railing of bow] Hello, Jack. I changed my mind. Jack: [stands onto the same railing she's on, hugs her waist ] Shhh. Gimme your hand. Now close your eyes, go on. Now step up. Now hold on to the railing. Keep your eyes closed, don't peek. Step up on the…
Jack: [referring to Cal] Do you love him? Rose: Pardon me? Jack: Do you love him? Rose: Well, you're being very rude. You shouldn't be asking me this. Jack: [amused, referring to Cal] Well, it's a simple question. Do you love the guy or not? Rose: This is not a suitable conversation. Jack: Why can't…
[yelling, standing on the bow with his arms stretched outwards] I'm the king of the world!
[Rose shows Jack the diamond] Rose: Jack, I want you to draw me like one of your French girls. Wearing this... Jack: All right. Rose: Wearing only this.
[as Jack sketches her in the nude] Rose: I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste. I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing. Jack: [amused by her comment, focusing more on the sketching, denying his blushing, reminding her] He does landscapes.
Jack: Don't do it. Rose: Stay back! Don't come any closer! Jack: Come on, just give me your hand. I'll pull you back over. Rose: No, stay where you are! I mean it! I'll let go! Jack: [He approaches slowly, gesturing to his cigarette to show that he is approaching merely to throw it over the side…
Jack: [with an English accent, siting in the front sit of a car, after honking the horn] Where to, Miss? Rose: [lowers the divider, whispers into his left ear] To the stars.