Saturday, September 13, 2003

Jack: It's just gonna take a little longer for them to get the boats organized.I don't know about you, but I intend on writing a strongly worded letter to the White Star Line about all of this.

Rose: I love you Jack.

Jack: Don't you do that, don't say your good-byes.

Rose: I'm so cold.

Jack: Listen Rose. You're gonna get out of here, you're gonna go on and make lots of babies, and your gonna watch them grow. You're gonna die an old-an old lady warm in her bed, but not here not this night. Not like this do u understand me?
Rose: I can't feel my body.

Jack: 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.


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