
Cal: You can be blase about some things, Rose, but not about Titanic. It's over a hundered feet longer than the Mauritania and far more luxurious.
Rose: The last thing I need is another picture of me looking like a porcelain doll.
Smith: No, I do not see the need. We are making excellent time.
Ismay: Captain, the press knows the size of Titanic, let them marvel at her speed, too. We must give them something new to print. And the maiden voyage of Titanic must make headlines!
Rose: I'd rather be his whore than your wife
Rose: I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste. I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing
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Jack: He does landscapes.
Ismay: Yes, acutally. I wanted to convey sheer size, and size means stability, luxury... and above all, strength.
Rose: Do you know of Dr. Freud, Mr. Ismay? His ideas of the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you.
Jack: The best I've seen, m'am. Hardly any rats.