Brock: Alright you have my attention. Can you tell us who the woman in the picture is?
Rose: Oh yes! The woman in the picture is me!
Brock: These are some of the things we recovered from your state room.
Rose: This was mine. How extroadinary! And it looks the same as it did the last time I saw it. The reflection has changed a bit.
Brock: Are you ready to go back to Titanic?
Rose: It's been 84 years and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called the ship of dreams. And it was. It really was.
Rose: I don't see what all the fuss is about. It doesn't look any bigger than the mauretania.
Cal: You can be blase about somethings Rose but not about Titanic. It's over a 100 feet longer than mauretania and far more luxurious.
Ruth: So this is the ship they say is unsinkable.
Cal: It is unsinkable. God himself could not sink this ship.
Fabrizio: You bet everything we have.
Jack: When you got nothing you got nothing to lose.
Jack: I'm sorry! You're not going to see your mom again for a long time. Cause we're going to America! Full house boys!
Jack: Goodbye! I'll miss you!
Fabrizio: Goodbye!
Jack: Goodbye!
Trudy: What's that artist's name?
Rose: Something Picasso.
Cal: Something Picasso? He won't amount to a thing. He won't. Trust me.
Fabrizio: I can see the Statue of Liberty already. Very small of course.
