Robert Hitchins: You don't understand. If we go back, they'll swamp the boat, they'll pull us right down, I'm tellin' you! Molly Brown: Knock it off. You're scaring me. C'mon girls! Grab an oar, let's go! Robert Hitchins: Are you out of your mind? We...
Fifth Officer Lowe: Is there anyone alive out there? Can anyone hear me?
Smith: Clear. Second Officer Charles Herbert Lightoller: Yes. I don't think I've ever seen such a flat calm. Smith: Like a mill pond, not a breath of wind. Second Officer Charles Herbert Lightoller: It will make the bergs harder to see... with no bre...
Rose: J.J., Madeline, this is Jack Dawson. Astor: Hello, Jack. Are you of the Boston Dawsons? Jack: No, the, uh, Chippewa Falls Dawsons, actually. Astor: Oh yes...
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 ...
Tommy Ryan: Ah, forget it, boyo. You're as like to have angels fly out your arse as get next to the likes of her.
Molly Brown: Why do they insist on announcing dinner like a damned cavalry charge?
Countess of Rothes: [coming out of her stateroom with a confused look on her face; sees a steward and stops him] Excuse me, why have the engines stopped? I felt a shudder. Steward #1: [calmly] I shouldn't worry, madam. We've likely thrown a propeller...
Second Officer Charles Herbert Lightoller: Get back, I say, or I'll shoot you all like dogs! Keep order here! Keep order I say. Mr. Lowe, man this boat.
[addressing stewards who have locked the steerage passengers below decks as the ship is sinking] Tommy Ryan: You can't keep us locked up in here like animals - the ship's bloody sinking!
Lovejoy: What could possibly be funny? Cal Hockley: I put the diamond in the coat. And I put the coat on her!
Rose: [whispering to Jack] Next it will be brandies in the smoking room. Col. Archibald Gracie: [to everybody] Join me in a brandy, gentlemen? Rose: [whispering to Jack] Now they will retreat into a cloud of smoke and congratulate each other on being...
Tommy Ryan: If this is the direction the rats are going that's fine with me!
Cal Hockley: Any room for a gentleman, gentlemen?
Rose: I will do this with or without your help, sir, but without, it will take longer.
Cal Hockley: Rose is displeased... what to do?
Ismay: So you've not yet lit the last four boilers? Smith: No, I don't see the need. We are making excellent time. Ismay: The press knows the size of Titanic. Now I want them to marvel at her speed. We must give them something new to print! This maid...
Ruth: The purpose of university is to find a suitable husband. Rose has already done that.
