ROSE: I love you, Jack.
JACK: Don’t you do that. Don’t say your good-byes. Not yet. Do you understand me?
ROSE: I’m so cold.
JACK: Listen, Rose. You’re going to get out of here. You’re going to go on and you’re going to make lots of babies and you’re going to watch them grow and you’re going to die an old, an old lady, warm in your bed. Not here. Not this night. Not like this. Do you understand me?
ROSE: I can’t feel my body.
JACK: Winning that ticket was the best thing that ever happened to me. It brought me to you. And I’m thankful for that, Rose, I’m thankful. You must ... you must ... you must do me this honor. You must promise me that you will survive ... that you won’t give up ... no matter what happens ... no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, Rose, and never let go of that promise.
ROSE: I promise.
JACK: Never let go.
ROSE: I will never let go, Jack, I’ll never let go.
