(dreamily) Rose. What a perfect name for a perfect girl.

You guys have met? (M: He saved me from falling on the deck.) Again? (M: Hey, it wasn’t my fault!  Someone spilled their drink, and no one had cleaned it up!) That’s the problem with you.  You never look where you’re going.

(freezing in the icy water) It’s j-just going to take them a c-couple of m-minutes to g-get the boats organized.  I-I don’t know…about y-you, but I intend to w-write a strongly worded l-letter to the W-White Star Line about all this.