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Rose is a rich snob. This has been forced upon Rose since a young age by her mother, Ruth ("I was everything a well brought-up girl should be"). She feels trapped and does not love her fiance', Caledon Hockley. Her mother is, again, forcing her to marry Hockley because when Rose's father died he left them debts and the marriage to Hockley would "ensure our survival." But Rose has a "fire" and will suffocated if she does not escape her mother's and Cal's "narrow" little lives.
OLD ROSE: Thankyou for that fine forensic account Mr Bodine. Of course, the experience of it, was a little different.
OLD ROSE: This was mine. How extraordinary! It looks the same as the last time I saw it. The reflection has changed a little.
OLD ROSE: Outwardly, I was everything a well brought up should be. Inside, I was screaming.
ROSE: I don't see what all the fuss is about. It doesn't look any bigger then the Maureratania.
ROSE: Have you heard of Dr Freud, Mr Ismay? His theories on the male preoccupation with size may be of some interest to you.
ROSE: She was mother called "new money".
ROSE: I feel like I'm standing in the middle of a crowded room screaming at the top of my lungs and no-one will even look up.
ROSE: (to Jack) You're being very rude!
ROSE: Why can't I be more like you Jack, just head off for the horizon whenever I felt like it?
ROSE: Next it'll be brandies in the Smoking Room. They retreat into a cloud of smoke and congratulate themselves on being masters of the universe.
ROSE: What? You think a first class girl can't drink?
ROSE: So you think you're big tough men, huh?
ROSE: I'm not a foreman in one of your factories that you can just command.
ROSE: Oh stop it mother, you'll give yourself a nosebleed.
ROSE: (to Jack) I changed my mind.
ROSE: The last thing I need is another picture of me looking like a porcelain doll. And as a paying customer, I expect to get what I want.
OLD ROSE: It was the most erotic experience of my life....up until then at least.
BODINE: What, uh, happened next?
OLD ROSE: You mean, did we "do it"? Sorry to disappoint you, Mr Bodine.
ROSE: Jack, this is where we first met!
OLD ROSE: Wait to live, wait to die, wait for an absolution that would never come.
OFFICER: Can I get your name please, love?
ROSE: Dawson. Rose Dawson.
OLD ROSE: He exists now only in my memory.
OLD ROSE: So now you know there WAS a Jack Dawson and that he saved me - in a every way a person can be saved.
