Waiter: Care for a drink, sir?
Seaman: Please put your lifebelts on.
Molly: Sonny, what's doing? You got us all trussed up here and now we're cooling our heels.
Sonny: Sorry, ma'am. Let me go find out.
Molly: I don't think anybody knows what the hell's going on around here.
Cal: It's just the goddamned English, doing everything by the book.
Mother: There's no need for language, Mr. Hockley. Go back and turn the heaters on in our rooms. I'd like a cup of tea when I return.
Waitress: Yes, ma'am. Yes, ma'am.
Rose: Mr. Andrews. I saw the iceberg. And I see it in your eyes. Please tell me the truth.
Andrews: The ship will sink.
Rose: You're certain?
Andrews: Yes. In an hour or so... all this will be at the bottom of the Atlantic.
Andrews: Please, tell only who you must. I don't want to be responsible for a panic. And get to a boat. Quickly. Don't wait. You remember what I told you about the boats?
Rose: Yes. I understand.
Seaman: Yes, madam, please put it on immediately. Over here, son. Sir, they need you up at the second-class purser's office. There's a big mob up there.
Mr. Lovejoy: Go on. I'll keep an eye on him.
Seaman: Aye. Right.
Bride: Sir! Carpathia says they're making 17 knots. Full steam for them, sir.
Captain: She's the only one who's responding?
Bride: The only one close, sir. Says they can be here in four hours.
Captain: Four hours! Thank you, Bride. My God.