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 into the ocean] No, you won't.
Rose: What do you mean, "No, I won't"? Don't presume to tell me what I will and will not do, you don't know me!
Jack: Well, you woulda done it already.
Rose: You're distracting me! Go away!
Jack: I can't. I'm involved now. You let go, and I'm, I'm 'onna have to jump in there after you.
Rose: Don't be absurd. You'd be killed!
Jack: I'm a good swimmer.
Rose: The fall alone would kill you.
Jack: It would hurt. I'm not saying it wouldn't. Tell you the truth, I'm a lot more concerned about that water being so cold.
[pause. She looks down at the water. Jack is slowly removing his boots]
Rose: How cold?
Jack: Freezing. Maybe a couple degrees over. You ever, uh, you ever been to Wisconsin?
Jack: Well, they have some of the coldest winters around. I grew up there, near Chippewa Falls. I remember when I was a kid, me and my father, we went ice fishing out on Lake Wissota. Ice fishing is, you know, where you...
Rose: I know what ice fishing is!
Jack: Sorry. You just seem like, you know, kind of an indoor girl. Anyway, I, uh, I fell through some thin ice; and I'm telling you, water that cold, like right down there...
[He gestures with his chin down toward the Atlantic Ocean]
Jack: ... it hits you like a thousand knives stabbing you all over your body. You can't breathe. You can't think. At least, not about anything but the pain. Which is why I'm not looking forward to jumping in there after you.
[They exchange glances]
Jack: Like I said, I don't have a choice. I guess I'm kinda hoping you'll come back over the railing, an' get me off the hook here.
Rose: You're crazy.
Jack: That's what everybody says but, with all due respect, Miss, I'm not the one hanging off the back of a ship here. Come on. C'mon, give me your hand. You don't want to do this.
[She reaches her hand back, he reaches his forward, and he helps her back onto the deck]
Jack: Whew! I'm Jack Dawson.
Rose: Rose De Witt Bukater.
Jack: I'm gonna have to get you to write that one down.
Jack: [after wining the tickets from a poker game, running through the hallways of the ship with Fabrizio] We are the luckiest sons of bitches in the world, you know that?
Jack: [deleted scenes] I never cared too much for all that Dadaism and Cubism. Just had no heart.
Rose: I like some of it.
Jack: Really? For me Paris was more about living on the streets and trying to put it on paper.
Rose: You know, my dream has always been to run away and become an artist, Living in a garrett poor but free!
Jack: You wouldn't last 2 days. Theres no hot water and hardly any caviar.
Jack: [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.
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!
Jack: [referring to being wrongfully accused of stealing the diamond necklace, when Lovejoy put the diamond necklace in Jack's pocket] Rose! How did you find out I didn't do it?
Rose: I didn't. I just realized I already knew.
Jack: [referring to Cal] Do you love him?
Rose: Pardon me?
Jack: [referring to Cal] 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 you just answer the question?
Rose: This is absurd. I don't know you and you don't know me and we are not having this conversation at all. You are rude and uncouth, and presumptuous, and I am leaving now.
Rose: [starts shaking Jack's hand]
Rose: Jack... Mister Dawson, it's been a pleasure. I've sought you out to thank you, and now I have thanked you.
Jack: And even insulted me.
Rose: Well, you deserved it.
Jack: [Rose is still shaking his hand] I thought you were leaving.
Rose: [turns to leave] I am. You are so annoying.
Jack: Ha, ha.
Rose: [turns back to Jack] Wait, I don't have to leave, this is my part of the ship. You leave.
Jack: Oh ho, ho, well well well, now who's being rude?
Jack: [stepping into the water for the first time, surprised by the cold feeling, after Rose rescues him] Oh shit this is cold! Shit, shit, shit.
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 an idiot, I know how the world works. I've got ten bucks in my pocket, I have no-nothing to offer you and I know that. I understand. But I'm too involved now. You jump, I jump remember? I can't turn away without knowing you'll be all right... That's all that I want.
Rose: Well, I'm fine... I'll be fine... really.
Jack: Really? I don't think so. They've got you trapped, Rose. And you're gonna die if you don't break free. Maybe not right away because you're strong but... sooner or later that fire that I love about you, Rose... that fire's gonna burn out...
Rose: It's not up to you to save me, Jack.
Jack: You're right... only you can do that.
Jack: [to Rose, after showing her his art portfolio] That's one of the good things about Paris: lots of girls willing to take their clothes off.