“Rose: Staring up at the sky, Look. It's so beautiful. SO vast and endless. They're so small. My crowd, they think they're giants. They're not even dust in God’s eyes.

Jack: Well, there's been a mistake. You're not one of them. You got mailed to the wrong address.

Rose: Laughs, I did, didn't I? LOOK, a shooting star!

Jack: It was a long one. You know, my Pop's used to tell me, every time he saw one, it was a soul going to heaven.

Rose: I like that. Are we supposed to wish on it?

Jack: Why? What would you wish for?

Rose: Something I can't have.”