Dawson Quotes

Lewis Bodine: We never found anything on Jack... there's no record of him at all.
Old Rose: 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.

Lewis Bodine: She's a goddamn liar! Some nutcase seeking money or publicity, God only knows what. Like that Russian babe, Anesthesia.
[Mistaken name, intentionally kept in the scene]
Lewis Bodine: [walking towards the helicopter with Bobby following behind]
Lewis Bodine: Rose DeWitt Bukater died on the Titanic when she was

seventeen, right?
Brock Lovett: That's right.
Lewis Bodine: If she had lived, she'd be over a hundred by now.
Brock Lovett: One-hundred and one next month.
Lewis Bodine: Okay, so she's a very OLD goddamn liar! Look, I've already done the background on this woman all the way back to the twenties, when

she was working as an actress. An actress! There's your first clue, Sherlock! Her name was Rose Dawson back then. Then she marries this guy named Calvert, they move to Cedar Rapids and she punches out a couple of kids. Now Calvert's dead, and from what I hear Cedar Rapids is dead!
Brock Lovett: And everyone who knows about the diamond is supposed to be dead, or on this

boat, but she knows!

Ruth: Tell us of the accomodations in steerage, Mr. Dawson. I hear they're quite good on the ship.
Jack: The best I've seen, Ma'am. Hardly any rats.
[laughter from the table]
Cal Hockley: Mr. Dawson is joining us from the Third Class. He was of some assistance to my fiancée last night.
Rose: It turns

out that Mr. Dawson is quite a fine artist. He was kind enough to show me some of us work today.
Cal Hockley: Rose and I differ somewhat in our opinion of fine art...
[to Jack]
Cal Hockley: Not to impune you work, sir.
Jack: [Jack shrugs it off as no offense; Jack looks down at his utensils, confused as which to use, he

turns to Molly Brown] Are these all for me?
Molly Brown: Just start from the outside and work your way in.
Ismay: He has every rivet in it, don't you, Thomas?
Rose: Your ship is a wonder, Mr. Andrews, truly.
Thomas Andrews: Thank you, Rose.
Waiter: [to Jack] How do you take your

caviar, sir?
Jack: No caviar for me, thanks. Never did like it much.
Ruth: And where exactly do you live, Mr. Dawson?
Jack: Well, right now, my address is the RMS Titanic, after that, I'm on God's good humor.
Ruth: And how is it you have means to travel?
Jack: I work my way from

place to place, you know, tramp steamers and such, but I won my ticket on Titanic here in a lucky hand of poker, a very lucky hand.
Col. Archibald Gracie: All life is a game of luck.
Cal Hockley: A real man makes his own luck, Archie. Right, Dawson.
Jack: Mm-hmm.
Ruth: And you find that sort of rootless

existence appealing, do you?
Jack: Well, yes, ma'am, I do. I mean, I've got everything I need right here with me. I've got air in my lungs and a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's going to happen or...
[Eating of piece of bread]
Jack: ... Who I'm gonna meet, where I'm gonna wind up. Just the

other night, I was sleeping under a bridge and now, here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people.
[to the waiter]
Jack: I'll take some more of that.
[Back to the table]
Jack: I figured life's a gift and I don't intend on wasting it. You never know what hand you're gonna get dealt next. You learn to

take life as it comes at you.
[Seeing Cal getting ready to light up a cigarette, he throws Cal his lighter]
Jack: Here you go, Cal.
[Back to the table]
Jack: To make each day count.
Molly Brown: Well said, Jack.
Col. Archibald Gracie: Here, here.
Rose: [Raising her

glass for a toast] To making it count.
[the table joins in on the toast]

Old Rose: 1500 people went into the sea when Titanic sank from under us. There were 20 boats floating nearby and only one came back, one. Six were saved from the water, myself included. Six out of 1500. Afterward, the 700 people in the boats had nothing to, but wait, wait to die, wait to live, wait for an absolution that would never come.
[the 700 survivors in the boats are

shown, looking mentally and emotionally beaten, as they make their way to the Carpathia; On the Carpathia, Cal comes down to the steerage deck, looking for Rose]
Carpathia Steward: Sir, I don't think you'll find any of your people down here. It's all steerage.
[He walks on by ignoring him]
Old Rose: That was the last time I ever saw him. He

married, of course, and inherited his millions. But the crash of '29 hit his interest hard and he put a pistol in his mouth that year, or so I read.
Carpathia Steward: [the Carpathia rides by the Statue of Liberty, with Rose looking up at her] Can I take your name, please, love.
Rose: [Turing to him] Dawson. Rose Dawn.
Carpathia

Steward: [after writing it down] Thank you.
Lewis Bodine: We never found anything on Jack. There's no record of him at all.
Old Rose: No, there wouldn't be, would there and I've never spoken of him before, not to anyone...
[to Lizzie]
Old Rose: ... Not even your Grandfather.
[to the whole group]

Old Rose: 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 a person can be saved. I don't even have a picture of him. He exists now... only in my memory.