I felt like black.

You know, my dream has always been to just chuck it all and become an artist... living in a garret, poor but free!

Listen, buster...I hate caviar! And I'm tired of people dismissing my dreams with a chuckle and a pat on the head.

Well, alright. There's something in me, Jack. I feel it. I don't know what it is, whether I should be an artist, or, I don't know...a dancer. Like Isadora Duncan....a wild pagan spirit...or a moving picture actress!

Mr. Andrews, what are you doing? I see you everywhere writing in this little book. Increase number of screws in hat hooks from 2 to 3. You build the biggest ship in the world and this preoccupies you?!

(about the sky) Isn't it magnificent? So grand and endless.

They're such small people, Jack...my crowd. They think they're giants on the earth, but they're not even dust in God's eye. They live inside this little tiny champagne bubble...and someday the bubble's going to burst.

Date it, Jack. I want to always remember this night.

He's an ex-Pinkerton. Cal's father hired him to keep Cal out of trouble...to make sure he always got back to the hotel with his wallet and watch, after some crawl through the less reputable parts of town...

Put your hands on me Jack.

If you have any intention of keeping your pathetic job with the White Star Line, I suggest you escort these good people to the boat deck...now.

Please don't. Don't talk. Just listen. We will make a deal, since that is something you understand. From this moment you do not exist for me, nor I for you. You shall not see me again. And you will not attempt to find me. In return I will keep my silence. Your actions last night need never come to light, and you will get to keep the honor you have carefully purchased.

CAL You're precious to me, Rose.
ROSE Jewels are precious. Goodbye, Mr. Hockley.