Caledon Hockley Quotes

(Rose refuses to get in the lifeboat…)

Cal: Where are you going? To him?! To be a wh*re to a gutter rat?

Rose: I’d rather be his wh*re than your wife.

Cal: You know, it’s a pity I didn’t keep that drawing. It’ll be worth a lot more by morning.

Rose: You unimaginable b*stard.

Ruth: Will the lifeboats be seated according to class? I hope they’re not too crowded.

Rose: Oh, Mother, shut up! Don’t you understand? The water is freezing and there aren’t enough boats. Not enough by half. Half the people on this ship are going to die.

Cal: Not the better half.

Rose: Mr. Andrews… Forgive me. I did the sum in my head and with the number of lifeboats times the capacity you mentioned…. Forgive me, but it seems that there are not enough for everyone aboard.

Thomas Andrews: About half, actually. Rose, you miss nothing, do you? In fact, I put in these new type davits which can take an extra row of boats inside this one. But it was thought, by some, the deck would look too cluttered. So, I was overruled.

Cal: It’s a waste of deck space as it is on an unsinkable ship.

Thomas Andrews: Sleep soundly, young Rose. I have built you a good ship, strong and true. She’s all the lifeboat you need.

Cal: You will never behave like that again.

Rose: I’m not one of your mill foremen who you can command. I’m your fiancée.

Cal: My fiancée. My fiancée! Yes, you are! And my wife! My wife in practice, if not yet by law, so you will honor me! You will honor me the way a wife honors her husband. Because I will not be made a fool of.

(Cal gives Rose The Heart of the Ocean necklace…)

Rose: It’s overwhelming.

Cal: Well, it’s for royalty. We are royalty, Rose. You know, there’s nothing I couldn’t give you. There’s nothing I’d deny you if you would not deny me. Open your heart to me, Rose.

(After Jack saves Rose…)

Archibald Gracie: Perhaps a little something for the boy?

Cal: Of course. Mr. Lovejoy, I think a 20 should do it.

Rose: Is that the going rate for saving the woman you love?

(Rose talks about the paintings she brought on board…)

Rose: They’re fascinating. Like being inside a dream or something. There’s truth but no logic.

Trudy: What’s the artist’s name?

Rose: Something Picasso.

Cal (laughs): Something Picasso. He won’t amount to a thing. He won’t, trust me. At least they were cheap.

Cal: God, not those finger paintings again. They certainly were a waste of money.

Rose: The difference between Cal’s taste in art… and mine is that I have some.