Rose Quotes in American Ultra (2015)

Big Harold: I don't know nothing about no fantasy football.

Rose: Well that don't make me feel better, man, nobody tell you shit!

Big Harold: So hurtful.

Rose: Crazy is as crazy does and you dragged crazy here. And I don't even know what that does or what that is. You see what I'm saying?

Mike Howell: I don't know, Rose. We just thought it would be, like, safer here.

Rose: Safer from what?

Mike Howell: Wait, why do you think it's dangerous?

Phoebe: Yeah?

Rose: Like I said to you before, because of the monkeys. The monkeys!

[after finishing their latest hit]

Jez: That was quick. I didn't even get off.

Rose: This one's for Carlos.

Jez: Well, that makes it better.

Rose: [lifting a shotgun] Well hi, big boy, here's *my* boomstick!

Victor Maynard: [after rescuing Rose who has been shoplifting] That was unbelievably irresponsible! Staggeringly immature!

Tony: Staggeringly... staggering!

Rose: Fig roll anyone?

[munching]

Tony: Tsk... tsk... tsk...

[ponders]

Tony: I'll have one.

Rose: Get lost.

Tony: Not fair! Mr Maynard!

[repeated line]

Rose: What do you weigh?

[Victor shoots and kills Barney]

Rose: [screams]

Victor Maynard: Get in the car.

Rose: You killed him!

Victor Maynard: I had to, he was going to kill you.

Rose: Oh, okay. Get in the car!

Rose: It's like everywhere you go, there's that smell.

Victor Maynard: What smell?

Rose: Cleanliness. Bleach. It's like being in a hospital. It's so safe, it's dangerous. I can't breathe here. I mean it, I'm frightened. I'm frightened if I stay here much longer, I'll end up like you. Afraid of everything.

Rose: It's funny because yesterday I couldn't wait to get away and now I never want to leave.

Tony: What happened in between?

Rose: Just enough.

Tony: [after catching a knife mid-air, in awe to Rose and Victor] Did you see that?

Rose: See what?

Tony: [Disappointed] Shit...

[hearing a disturbance, Victor emerges from his bedroom, gun in hand]

Rose: This hideous old bat in a wheelchair just tried to kill me! She had a knife this big, I swear!

Tony: It was horrible!

Rose: It's true!

[embarrassed, Victor goes to the door of Rose's bedroom]

Victor Maynard: Mother... Mother, are you there? It's me. Mother?

[hearing nothing, he kneels down to look through the keyhole]

Victor Maynard: [to Rose and Tony] I've got everything under control...

[a shotgun blasts a hole in the door over Victor's head. Rose screams]

Victor Maynard: She means well. Mother, can we talk about this?

Louisa Maynard: I'm *very* disappointed in you, Victor!

Rose: [to Vicki] Feeling protected is very seductive.

Charlie: We can't do that!

Rose: How do you know? You never tried it.

Charlie: Well, yeah, but I never tried shooting myself in the head neither.

Rose: Dear?... Dear?... What is your first name?

Charlie: All this fool talk about The Louisa. Goin' down the river...

Rose: What do you mean?

Charlie: I mean we ain't goin' to do nothin' of the sort.

Rose: Why, of course we're going! What an absurd idea!

Charlie: What an absurd idea! What an absurd idea! Lady, I may be a born fool, but you got ten absurd ideas to my one, an' don't you forget it!

Rose: [as Charlie tries to stop her from revealing their plan] Oh stop it, Charlie, we've been through all that. I'm certainly not going to outlive you and that's all there is to it!

Rose: [after Charlie checks the boat for damage after going down a rather rough set of rapids] Could you see anything, dear?

Charlie Allnut: Yeah. The shaft's twisted like a corkscrew and there's a blade gone off the prop.

Rose: We'll have to mend it, then.

Rose: I never dreamed that any mere physical experience could be so stimulating!

Rose: Are you a... ghost?

Tolly: I... I don't think I can be. I mean, I'm not dead. Come to think of it, I'm not even born yet.

Rose: Now you know the might of the ultrasonic hammer.

[Rose, disguised as a *very* muscular Lum]

Rose: This is the 36th one so far. Hmmm, I don't get it. How come they can see through my perfect disguise?

[Broadcast over the entire Oni fleet's radio]

Rose: Oh, so you've come to?

Ataru: What the? Where am I? And who are you?

Rose: My name is Rose, the Woman Of Seven Disguises. I work for Babara.

Lum's Father: [yells into microphone] It's a spy. A spy has kidnapped my son-in-law.

Ataru: Thank you. Thank you. I'm saved. There I was, in hell, and along comes an angel, I'm saved. Lum is so persistant, I really thought my luck had run out. Still, you shouldn't give up. At the last moment a savior comes along, and best of all, a pretty girl.

Rose: Oh, you're so kind.

Megane: [muttering] That idiot.

Ataru: Let's go on to my rosy new life with Elle. Full speed ahead.

Lum's Father: [crushing microphone] Shame on you. Stop that. Stop.

[Ataru sees Lum in an escape pod.]

Ataru: Whew, she managed to eject safely.

Rose: I guess you really do care for her.

Ataru: Uh, not really.

Rose: I was on the bus the other day. And some old toerag was boasting about all he'd suffered during the war. Stupid old... I tell you, they don't know. It was the women who had the war - the real war. The women were left at home in the shit, not sitting in some sparkling plane or gleaming tank. There's no glamour for us. They should have been with me when old Pauline Woolley went in to labour. D'you remember that, Violet?

Violet Kray: Yes, yes I do, darling.

Rose: Seven hours of screaming down Bethnal Green bloody tube station. Then I had to cut the baby's head off - to save the mother's life. She died anyway, poor old cow. God, there was so much blood! Jesus! And the abortions. Those poor girls. One day they'll drain Victoria Park lake. And you know what they'll find? What glorious remnants of the Second World War? Babies, that's what. Bullets and dead babies. Men! Mum's right. They stay kids all their fucking lives. And they end up heroes - or monsters. Either way they win. Women have to grow up. If *they* stay children, they become victims.

Rose: I'm gonna take you to a club, you're gonna meet some young stupid hot guy, and you're gonna take all your anger and aggression out on his penis.

Meghan: I don't know, I don't do that with penises.

Madeline Ashton: [reading the title of Helen's new book] "Forever Young?"...

Rose: I like that title.

Madeline Ashton: [Cackling] Ah, forever young... and eternally fat...

[Rose is serving breakfast in bed to Madeline Ashton]

Rose: Good morning, madam. You look absolutely marvelous.

Madeline Ashton: Hey, wait a minute. Aren't you forgetting something?

Rose: Well, it's only Thursday - you told me just to say it...

Madeline Ashton: Well, never mind that. I think I need you to say it every morning.

Rose: Very well. "Oh, madam! You look younger every day!"

Madeline Ashton: Thank you, Rose. Thank you very much.

Rose: Do you love him, Loretta?

Loretta Castorini: Aw, ma, I love him awful.

Rose: Oh, God, that's too bad.

Rose: Old man, you give those dogs another piece of my food and I'm gonna kick you 'til you're dead!

[Loretta announces she's going to marry Johnny Camareri]

Cosmo Castorini: I don't like him.

Rose: You're not going to marry him, Cosmo. Do you love him, Loretta?

Loretta Castorini: No.

Rose: Good.

[She looks at Cosmo]

Rose: When you love them they drive you crazy because they know they can.

Rose: I just want you to know no matter what you do, you're gonna die, just like everybody else.

Cosmo Castorini: Thank you, Rose.

Rose: How's the mother?

Loretta Castorini: She's dying. But I could still hear her big mouth.

Rose: Have I been a good wife?

Cosmo Castorini: Yeah.

Rose: I want you to stop seeing her.

[Cosmo rises, slams the table once, and sits down again]

Cosmo Castorini: Okay.

Rose: [pauses] And go to confession.

Cosmo Castorini: A man understands one day that his life is built on nothing, and that's a bad, crazy day.

Rose: Your life is not built on nothing! Ti amo.

Rose: Are you drunk?

Loretta Castorini: No. Are YOU drunk?

Rose: No... but I have a hangover.

Rose: My mother has a saying. Do you want to hear it?

Perry: Sure.

Rose: Don't shit where you eat!

Rose: Nice to meet you.

[lifts back Ronny's collar]

Rose: . Got a love bite on your neck. Your mother's recovered from death.

Ronny Cammareri: Oh, great. We're not close, so I'm not really moved.

Rose: No, I think the house is empty. I can't invite you in because I'm married. Because I know who I am.

Perry: We could go to my apartment. You could see how the other half lives.

Rose: I'm too old for you.

Perry: I'm too old for me; that's my predicament.

Rose: Would anyone like some oatmeal?

Ronny Cammareri: Yes, Mrs. Castorini, I would LOVE some oatmeal.

Loretta Castorini: No, we don't want any oatmeal!

Rose: [about the hickey and the doorbell is ringing] Put some make up on!, Cover up the damn thing, your life is going down the toilet! Answer the damn door!

[Cosmo is trying to wake up his wife Rose]

Cosmo Castorini: Rose. Rose. Rose! Rose!

[She wakes up]

Rose: Who's dead?

Cosmo Castorini: I have no money.

Rose: You're as rich as Roosevelt. You're just cheap, Cosmo.

Rose: Why do men chase women?

Johnny: Well, there's a Bible story... God... God took a rib from Adam and made Eve. Now maybe men chase women to get the rib back. When God took the rib, he left a big hole there, where there used to be something. And the women have that. Now maybe, just maybe, a man isn't complete as a man without a woman.

Rose: [frustrated] But why would a man need more than one woman?

Johnny: I don't know. Maybe because he fears death.

[Rose looks up, eyes wide, suspicions confirmed]

Rose: That's it! That's the reason!

Johnny: I don't know...

Rose: No! That's it! Thank you! Thank you for answering my question!

[as Cosmo listens to "It Must Be Him" in the next room]

Rose: Now he's going to play that damn Vikki Carr record, and when he comes to bed he won't touch me.

Rose: Pink Bubblegum please.

Karen: Pink Bubblegum?

Rose: Yeah. It's the flavor of the month.

Rose: How's the pizza world?

Gary: It's round, Rose!

[Bill hears the voices coming from Robbie's room in the living room]

Robbie: Hey, I wanna show you something.

Rose: Wow, that's big!

Waiter: Are you ready to order?

Rose: Yes, goddammit. I'm going to have the fucking poached salmon, with the son-of-a-bitching rice, and a dirty bastard salad with a shitload of Roquefort dressing. Thank you. And um, who knows what this asshole wants.

Eddie Birdlace: Uh, I'll just take a fucking beer.

Rose: Eddie, what's the problem?

Eddie Birdlace: Oh, no problem. Just a man with a mission.

Rose: What mission?

Eddie Birdlace: You and me, against the pricks. Are you with me?

Eddie Birdlace: Where's our FUCKING drinks?

Rose: You boys sure like to swear.

Eddie Birdlace: No, we just like to drink.

Rose: [after learning the marines are shipping out] Where are you going?

Eddie Birdlace: Okinawa. But I'm aiming for this other place. It's a little country near India called Vietnam.

Rose: Yeah, I think I read about it. Aren't they fighting there or something?

Eddie Birdlace: No, not really. We'll just be there as advisors to teach them how to take care of the Commies.

Rose: That could be dangerous.

Eddie Birdlace: Nah. We'll kick a little ass, take a few names. Be back in a couple of months.

Rose: What's a 'jarhead'?

Eddie Birdlace: Oh, that's just what we call ourselves. You see, i'm a United States marine. It's okay if we say it but if a squid say's it, you know, a sailor? then it's fist city. But it's alright if a, if a woman say's it... especially if she can sing as good as you can.

Rose: Thanks. Thanks very much. Jarhead.

Rose: It's just really nice to talk to someone. Really nice.

Father Strapovic: You feel threatened by Theresa.

Rose: Threatened?

Father Strapovic: Yes. See, she's taking up a lot of Danny's time, so you're feeling threatened that she's trying to steal your son.

Rose: What?

Father Strapovic: Rose, I know you realize it's the nineties, I'm just not sure you realize it's the *nineteen* nineties.

Danny: I suppose you're proud of yourself.

Rose: Just telling it like it is.

Danny: That's been your excuse for the last 67 years.

Rose: My excuse?

Danny: Your excuse for hurting people whenever the hell you feel like it!

Rose: I don't hurt people.

Danny: Oh no? I guess you didn't hurt Aunt Dolly on her wedding day when you said she looked like a, uh, a cheap Las Vegas hooker.

Rose: Well, did you see the wedding dress? The back of it was cut right down to here. You could see the crack of her - Well, it was indecent.

Danny: And I guess you didn't hurt cousin Jerry when you called his German wife a Nazi who probably slept with Hitler.

Rose: Well, there's no proof that she didn't.

Danny: [prepares for the big one] I guess you never hurt dad, either.

Rose: [shuts the fridge door, stern] I *never* hurt your father, ever.

Danny: Florsheim Shoes?

Rose: [surprised] How do you know about that?

Danny: You came home late. You were arguing and I woke up. I was scared. I didn't know what was going on, so I listened in at the door.

Rose: A little spy.

Danny: Come on, I was only 12.

Rose: Spy!

Danny: Florsheim Shoes was his big account. He worked on that for over two-and-a-half years.

Rose: Danny.

Danny: You blew it for him in one night.

Rose: Danny, don't.

Danny: And all he had to do was sign a deal at dinner. One fancy schmancy dinner with the VP from Florsheim.

Rose: [attempts to leave the kitchen] I'm going to bed.

Danny: [blocks her way out] No, you're not. Everything was fine that evening. Dinner was perfect. Dad had him at the palm of his hand. Until you decided it was time to tell it like it is.

Rose: I was right. I still stand by what I said.

Danny: You called dad's bosses filthy Jew shylocks!

Rose: They never gave him a raise. Not in 12 years. Not one Christmas bonus.

Danny: Ma, the vice president of Florsheim and his wife were Jewish!

Rose: Well, how was I supposed to know? They didn't look Jewish. I wasn't talking about them. They took it personal.

Danny: You lost the account for him! $450,000 to the company! He's lucky he didn't lose his job!

Rose: Your father *never* stood up to his bosses. It was time somebody set the record straight.

Danny: That night was the only time I ever heard my father cry. And still to this day, you still tell it like it is.

Rose: I don't mean to hurt people. Really.

[Danny scoffs at her and heads to the front door]

Rose: Where are you going?

Danny: To Halstead. A friend of mine owns a jewelry shop. He owes me a favor. I'm gonna make him open up his store. Then I'm gonna buy the biggest engagement ring I can afford. Then I'm gonna ask Theresa Luna to be my wife. Just telling it like it is, ma.

[he exits]

Nick Acropolis: Rose! Rose, I am trying again. Will you please accept these flowers?

Rose: I don't want them. And I don't date Greeks.

Nick Acropolis: You know, you and I could make each other so happy. Greek men are great lovers.

Rose: And Greek men never bathe.

Nick Acropolis: I bathe twice a day! Three times! When I do my sit-ups. Feel that stomach. Hard like an eighteen-year-old's. Come on, feel it!

Rose: I'm not feeling anything of yours.

Rose: Oh, that's a lovely dress you wearing.

Danny: Isn't it?

Theresa: Oh, thank you!

Rose: Even though it is a little big on top.

Danny: Ma!

Rose: Well, it is, you said so yourself.

Danny: Ma!

Theresa: No, no that's a problem I have, I'm not really that endowed on top.

Danny: No, no, no, no, no.

Rose: You're built like a thirteen year old boy.

Rose: I had a Pollock friend once. She was incredibly stupid...

Danny: Don't do this, Ma.

Rose: ...Julie Kapowski. She was the stupidest woman that I ever knew. She believed that black cows...

[laughs]

Rose: ...black cows squirted chocolate milk!

Danny: [takes both his mother and Theresa out to dinner for them to meet for the first time] Ma, this is Theresa. Theresa, this is my mother.

Theresa: [smiles, shaking her hand] Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Muldoon.

Rose: Rose. I'm Rose.

Theresa: Rose.

Rose: Mm-hmm. Oh, that's a lovely dress you're wearing.

Theresa: Oh, thank you.

Rose: Even though it is a little big on top.

Danny: Ma.

Rose: Well, it is. You said so yourself.

Theresa: No, that's a-a problem I have. I'm really not that endowed on top.

Rose: You're built like a thirteen-year-old boy.

Danny: Ma, would you please don't start?

Rose: It's a joke. I'm trying to make jokes here. I'm trying to lighten things up a little.

[the waiter arrives to take their drink orders and Theresa requests a vodka double on the rocks]

Rose: A vodka drinker.

Danny: Well, ma, Theresa's probably a little nervous, you know, being here with us and all. You know, you can understand that.

Rose: It's the first signs of alcoholism.

Danny: What?

Rose: I read it in Reader's Digest.

Theresa: Rose, I can assure you I'm not an alcoholic.

Rose: Oh, denial - that's another symptom. The article said that one shot of vodka was equal to all of the calories in a ham sandwich.

Theresa: [laughs] Good. Maybe then I'll gain some weight and grow breasts for you.

[Rose looks at her distastefully and says nothing]

Gus: You know what, lady? I'd like to tie you to the back of a fucking truck.

Rose: You don't have the balls.

[Gus leaps up from his chair toward Rose and is intercepted by Lloyd]

Lloyd: Don't do it! It's not worth it.

Gus: I fucking hate her, Lloyd!

Lloyd: I know, I know.

Gus: What is the matter with you? I thought mothers were sweet and nice a-a-and Patient. I know loan sharks who are more forgiving than you. Your husband ain't dead, lady. He's hiding.

Rose: You're a "Wong"?

Gus: Well, my mother was Irish.

Rose: And your father?

Gus: Wasn't.

Lloyd: Mother.

Rose: What?

Lloyd: Is it possible for you to shut the fuck up for five minutes?

Rose: What difference does any of this make now? You're getting a divorce.

Lloyd: Mother.

Rose: What?

Lloyd: Is it possible for you to shut the fuck up for ten seconds?

Rose: Lloyd, don't talk to me like that in my own house.

Lloyd: You know what, Mom? You know what I'm going to get you next Christmas? A big, wooden cross. So anytime you feel unappreciated for all your sacrifices, you can climb on up and nail yourself to it.

Rose: Sounds too sweet!

Caroline: Then don't eat it!

[Throws pie down on the table]

Rose: Where do you like to stay?

Jack Lawrence: My house, but it's in Los Angeles.

Rose: Priss is a rat. A bitch. A rat bitch!

Violet: I took the commuter train to Villa Franka and I checked into a cheap motel there.

Rose: The Motel Six?

Violet: No, the Motel 4. It's even less expensive.

Rose: The Motel 4, in Villa Franka? My god, you really were suicidal.

Rose: What you are describing is a "playboy" or "operator" move.

Heather: [to Lily] Speaking of suicide prevention, do you have a boyfriend, Lily?

Rose: Are you dating anyone?

Lily: I don't see the connection.

Heather: You don't?

Violet: Boyfriends are a primary suicide risk.

Rose: Frank's stupid, we knew. That he was a rat playboy operator, I hadn't realized.

Heather: [about seventh-grade Violet] But you were nice to her?

Rose: No, not really. The idea of being nice to weird and unpopular kids hadn't arrived yet.

Heather: Could Frank be dyslexic?

Rose: No, dyslexics are intelligent.

Rose: Humility comes from within. If it's not there in the first place, where do you go to get it? I stopped looking a long time ago.

Rose: [about Roberts Hall] Suicidal Ed. students have been going to the roof and throwing themselves off.

Violet: But it's only two stories.

Rose: Yes I know, it's horrible. Not high enough enough to kill, but high enough to maim. And particularly dangerous for the people below.

Lily: [about Charlie] I would hate to think what would happen if one of you guys got her claws into him.

Rose: That's outrageous! We're perfectly nice! We've met lots of pathetic guys, and nothing very bad happened.

Rose: Call the cops, a suicide might be in progress!

Heather: You mean the *campus* cops?

Violet: Rose has a very sensitive nose. Have you heard of "nasal shock syndrome?" Any harsh, acrid, or just "disgusting" odor sends Rose into nasal shock

Rose: This wasn't true nasal shock. Had it been, I'd've lost consciousness entirely.

Lily: Just from some b.o.?

Violet: "Just some b.o .?" Omigod, Lily, you must have a very high threshold for pain! That'll serve you well here at Seven Oaks!

Violet: We get a lot of students coming to the center pretending to be depressed to get the donuts.

Rose: Confidence tricksters!

Violet: Yes, it's really bad, really cynical. And we made a pledge the donut company that we would only give the donuts to students who were depressed, suicidal or otherwise nutty. We're a non-profit, so the rules are pretty strict.

Violet: I'm not convinced that having a "Suicide Prevention Center" prevents any suicides.

Rose: Well, the coffee's good.

Lily: If someone were really determined to destroy themselves, I don't think they'd stop for coffee.

Heather: I suppose it depends on what it tastes like.

Heather: I'm really worried about Thor... It's hard for us to imagine how upsetting it is not knowing what the colors are.

Rose: In fact it's impossible for me to imagine.

Heather: When Thor sees a rainbow - it's only so much gibberish to him. There was one this afternoon: Oh my gosh! He took it hard. Recently there was a parade in the city where the marchers carried rainbow- colored flags and banners. Thor was so upset: he said he'd no idea what it meant

Violet: We've gotta keep in mind that these guys are young people. They're essentially immature and... crying out for help and guidance.

Rose: Though they don't know it.

Heather: No, they don't, but we do.

Lily: Um, but aren't they the same age as we are?

Rose: Only numerically.

Rose: That's how they

[governments and non-profits]

Rose: keep from having profits... by paying lots of money to companies like yours.

Rose: America is cool! Can I sell my soul too?

Rose: Do you know what your problem is?

Ogden: What's my problem.

Rose: Your problem is that you don't have a problem. You never have.

Ogden: Mmm - I'm working on it.

Rose: I can tell.

Rose: Would you treat her friends the way that she treats yours? Mm-kay. Would you do to her stuff what she does to yours? And would you do any of the stuff that she does to you to her?

Rose: I don't give a damn. People are always saying 'The children. Pity the children'. I'm tired of the children. They haven't lived, given birth, watch their friends die. I have invested 80 years in this life. The children don't know what they're missing.

Rose: You can't do anything I don't hear about, not on that motorbike.

[a beat]

Rose: You won't find her. Not now.

P.L. O'Hara: I might. And I might find him.

Rose: How will you know?

P.L. O'Hara: I'll know. Little chap, stands like me.

Rose: How's that?

P.L. O'Hara: Heroical, twice nightly.

Rose: What'll become of her, Bunny?

[Shakes the unconscious Stella]

Rose: What will become of you? If you're lucky, you'll end up like me, at least me. I was as silly as you in a lot of ways, still am. A sickness, my girl, being something else.

[Looks around the theatre]

Rose: Came to the right place for it, I'll say that.

Rose: Having you is an honor. Killing my husband for love.

Lucien Cordier: No, I was just getting rid of trash. The trash also happened to be your husband.

Rose: There's a lot of trash around.

Lucien Cordier: There'll be less and less. Had to start somewhere.

[Marcaillou's dog is sniffing his corpse]

Colonel Tramichel: A last adieu to his master.

Rose: He just wants to eat him. Right, Spot?

Lucien Cordier: I'm exhausted, Rose.

Rose: Sleep is all you do.

Lucien Cordier: It's the best thing besides eating. When you eat or sleep, you forget about the things you can't solve. Think about it. You'll see I'm right.

Rose: Thinking's not what I need.

[Rose has just killed Huguette and Nono]

Rose: You saw everything?

Lucien Cordier: Let's say I heard everything.

Rose: And you did nothing?

Lucien Cordier: Why should I have done something?

Rose: Why... to stop me.

Lucien Cordier: It wasn't up to me to stop you. It was up to you, to Huguette, Nono, Marcaillou. If I put temptation in front of you, it's not a reason to use it. I just help folks reveal their true character. It's a dirty job, Rose. And I deserve all the dirty pleasure I get out of it.

Rose: You're not ashamed?

Lucien Cordier: Part of my job is enjoying other folks' misery.

[Rose realizes she is wanted for murder]

Rose: You have to help me. I can't take it. What can I do?

Lucien Cordier: How the hell do I know? Any idiot can see they were shot with your gun.

Rose: But that's horrible!

Lucien Cordier: At first it is horrible. But then you start to think about starving kids, little girls sold into slavery, women whose sex is sewn up... God created murder out of pure kindness. Murder is nothing compared to those horrors.

Rose: They say there are a hundred kinds of deaths. I hope yours will be the worst.

Rose: There are three kinds of French: real French, shit French, and French shit. You're not even French shit.

Fantasia: I am the Lady Fantasia Extravaganza.

Rose: [Bows] Charmed.

Fantasia: And this is my protégé and BFF, Miss Salsa Rojah.

Rose: [Bows] I just love your outfit! Are those Jimmy Choos?

Fantasia: Good eye!

Salsa Rojah: You know what Jimmy Choos are?

Rose: Well I've never seem 'em in real life, but I read all about 'em in Glamour magazine!

Salsa Rojah: You read Glamour magazine?

Rose: Oh, from cover to cover!

Rose: Well we haven't been downtown after dark in twenty years!

Rose: [Upon entering the nightclub] It's so *loud*!

Rose: What gets it up at night brings it down in the morning!

Rose: You're not a nice man. If you were I wouldn't be here!

Rose: People change.

Ida: I've never changed. It's like those sticks of rock. Bite one all the way down, you'll still read Brighton. That's human nature.

Lichtenstein: A woman who enters that den risks worse than death.

Rose: That's all in the day's work.

Blizzard: Better come out of that closet or I'll begin to shoot!

[Rose comes out, crying]

Blizzard: Crying won't help - talking may.

Rose: What's the use - - you're going to kill me anyhow.

Blizzard: As you can see, you haven't been allowed to do too much damage.

Rose: I think I'm glad.

Blizzard: Why?

Rose: Don't you see?

[they embrace]

Rose: Master!

Lichtenstein: It means living in that devil's house till you find out what he's up to.

Rose: Of course. Well, I'm game.

Rose: [thinking both of them will die soon] 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 gonna get out of here, you're gonna go on and you're gonna make lots of babies, and you're gonna watch them grow. You're gonna die an old... an old lady warm in her bed, not here, not this night. Not like this, do you understand me?

Rose: I can't feel my body.

Jack: Winning that ticket, Rose, 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 do me this honor. Promise me you'll 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'll never let go, Jack. I'll never let go. I promise.

Jack: [referring to Cal] Do you love him?

Rose: Pardon me?

Jack: [referring to Cal] Do you love him?

Rose: Well, you're being very rude. You shouldn't be asking me this.

Jack: [amused, referring to Cal] Well, it's a simple question. Do you love the guy or not?

Rose: This is not a suitable conversation.

Jack: Why can't you just answer the question?

Rose: This is absurd. I don't know you and you don't know me and we are not having this conversation at all. You are rude and uncouth, and presumptuous, and I am leaving now.

Rose: [starts shaking Jack's hand]

Rose: Jack... Mister Dawson, it's been a pleasure. I've sought you out to thank you, and now I have thanked you.

Jack: And even insulted me.

Rose: Well, you deserved it.

Jack: Right.

Rose: Right.

Jack: [Rose is still shaking his hand] I thought you were leaving.

Rose: [turns to leave] I am. You are so annoying.

Jack: Ha, ha.

Rose: [turns back to Jack] Wait, I don't have to leave, this is my part of the ship. You leave.

Jack: Oh ho, ho, well well well, now who's being rude?

Rose: [Rose sees the lifeboat come back to look for survivors] Jack...

[she shakes his hand, trying to get his attention]

Rose: Jack... Jack...

[she looks back at the lifeboat]

Rose: Jack, there's a boat! Jack...

[her smile begins to fade as she realized he has passed away. She shakes his hand again]

Rose: Jack, Jack...

[she shakes his hand with more urgency]

Rose: JACK!

[she begins to sob]

Rose: Jack?

[she's realizing its in vain]

Rose: There's a boat, Jack...

Jack: [with an English accent, siting in the front sit of a car, after honking the horn] Where to, Miss?

Rose: [lowers the divider, whispers into his left ear] To the stars.

Jack: Don't do it.

Rose: Stay back! Don't come any closer!

Jack: Come on, just give me your hand. I'll pull you back over.

Rose: No, stay where you are! I mean it! I'll let go!

Jack: [He approaches slowly, gesturing to his cigarette to show that he is approaching merely to throw it over the side into the ocean] No, you won't.

Rose: What do you mean, "No, I won't"? Don't presume to tell me what I will and will not do, you don't know me!

Jack: Well, you woulda done it already.

Rose: You're distracting me! Go away!

Jack: I can't. I'm involved now. You let go, and I'm, I'm 'onna have to jump in there after you.

Rose: Don't be absurd. You'd be killed!

Jack: I'm a good swimmer.

Rose: The fall alone would kill you.

Jack: It would hurt. I'm not saying it wouldn't. Tell you the truth, I'm a lot more concerned about that water being so cold.

[pause. She looks down at the water. Jack is slowly removing his boots]

Rose: How cold?

Jack: Freezing. Maybe a couple degrees over. You ever, uh, you ever been to Wisconsin?

Rose: What?

Jack: Well, they have some of the coldest winters around. I grew up there, near Chippewa Falls. I remember when I was a kid, me and my father, we went ice fishing out on Lake Wissota. Ice fishing is, you know, where you...

Rose: I know what ice fishing is!

Jack: Sorry. You just seem like, you know, kind of an indoor girl. Anyway, I, uh, I fell through some thin ice; and I'm telling you, water that cold, like right down there...

[He gestures with his chin down toward the Atlantic Ocean]

Jack: ... it hits you like a thousand knives stabbing you all over your body. You can't breathe. You can't think. At least, not about anything but the pain. Which is why I'm not looking forward to jumping in there after you.

[They exchange glances]

Jack: Like I said, I don't have a choice. I guess I'm kinda hoping you'll come back over the railing, an' get me off the hook here.

Rose: You're crazy.

Jack: That's what everybody says but, with all due respect, Miss, I'm not the one hanging off the back of a ship here. Come on. C'mon, give me your hand. You don't want to do this.

[She reaches her hand back, he reaches his forward, and he helps her back onto the deck]

Jack: Whew! I'm Jack Dawson.

Rose: Rose De Witt Bukater.

Jack: I'm gonna have to get you to write that one down.

[as Jack sketches her in the nude]

Rose: I believe you are blushing, Mr. Big Artiste. I can't imagine Monsieur Monet blushing.

Jack: [amused by her comment, focusing more on the sketching, denying his blushing, remindering her] He does landscapes.

[Rose shows Jack the diamond]

Rose: Jack, I want you to draw me like one of your French girls. Wearing this...

Jack: All right.

Rose: Wearing *only* this.

Rose: [seeing her standing alone on the highest railing of bow] Hello Jack. I changed my mind.

Jack: [stands onto the same railing she's on, hugs her waist ] Shhh. Gimme your hand. Now close your eyes, go on. Now step up. Now hold on to the railing. Keep your eyes closed, don't peek.

Jack: Step up on the railing. Hold on, hold on. Keep your eyes closed. Do you trust me?

Rose: I trust you.

Jack: [Jack opens Rose's arms]

Jack: All right. Open your eyes.

Rose: [gasps in excitement] I'm flying, Jack!

Rose: [gasps in amazement] I'm flying, Jack!

Jack: [Jack starts singing softly into her ear] Come, Josephine, in my flying machine, going up, she goes up, up she goes.

[they kiss]

[as the Carpathia is arriving in New York]

Carpathia Steward: Can I take your name, please love?

Rose: Dawson, Rose Dawson.

[the Titanic is about to sink]

Rose: [holding on the railing on the stern] Jack! This is where we first met.

Rose: I know what you must be thinking. "Poor little rich girl, what does she know about misery?"

Jack: No, no, that's not what I was thinking. What I was thinking was, what could've happened to this girl to make her think she had no way out?

[Rose jumps from the saving boat and goes to where Jack is]

Jack: Rose! You're so stupid. Why did you do that, huh? You're so stupid, Rose. Why did you do that? Why?

Rose: You jump, I jump, right?

Jack: Right.

Rose: Oh God! I couldn't go. I couldn't go, Jack.

Jack: It's all right. We'll think of something.

Rose: At least I'm with you.

[Jack and Rose break a door while the ship is sinking]

Employee: Hey! What do you think you're doing? You'll have to pay for that, you know? That's White Star Line property.

Jack, Rose: Shut up!

Rose: [letting go of Jack's hand] I'll never let go, Jack. I promise.

[she kisses his hand and watches him sink, almost falling apart before she finally climbs back into the water to call the lifeboat back]

Rose: [to Jack] When the ship docks, I'm getting off with you.

Jack: This is crazy.

Rose: I know. It doesn't make any sense. That's why I trust it

[Jack and Rose start making out]

Jack: [talking privately in the Titanic's gym room] Rose, you're no picnic, all right? You're a spoiled little brat, even, but under that, you're the most amazingly, astounding, wonderful girl, woman that I've ever known...

Rose: Jack, I...

Jack: No, let me try and get this out. You're ama- I'm not an idiot, I know how the world works. I've got ten bucks in my pocket, I have no-nothing to offer you and I know that. I understand. But I'm too involved now. You jump, I jump remember? I can't turn away without knowing you'll be all right... That's all that I want.

Rose: Well, I'm fine... I'll be fine... really.

Jack: Really? I don't think so. They've got you trapped, Rose. And you're gonna die if you don't break free. Maybe not right away because you're strong but... sooner or later that fire that I love about you, Rose... that fire's gonna burn out...

Rose: It's not up to you to save me, Jack.

Jack: You're right... only you can do that.

Rose: Teach me to ride like a man.

Jack: [speaking with a southern American accent] And chew tobacco like a man.

Rose: [trying to imitate the southern American accent] And spit like a man!

Jack: What, they didn't teach you that in finishing school?

Ruth: [with other passengers in line behind her] 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 Hockley: Not the better half.

Molly Brown: Come on Ruth, get in the boat. First-class seats are right up here.

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

Rose: You unimaginable bastard!

Rose: Mr. Andrews... I saw the iceberg and I see it in your eyes... please, tell me the truth.

Thomas Andrews: The ship will sink.

Rose: You're certain?

Thomas Andrews: Yes. In an hour or so, all of this will be at the bottom of the Atlantic.

Cal Hockley: What?

Thomas 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.

Rose: [about to dance an Irish Jig with many people watching] I don't know the steps!

Jack: Neither do I! Just go with it!

[Jack is dancing with Cora]

Jack: I'm gonna dance with her now, all right?

[Looking at Rose]

Jack: Come on.

Rose: What?

Jack: Come on, come with me.

Rose: Jack! Jack, wait. I can't do this.

Jack: We're gonna have to get a little bit closer. Like this.

[Jack looks at Cora]

Jack: You're still my best girl, Cora.

[Jack and Rose are cuddling in the back seat of the car]

Jack: [Implying they're about to have sexual intercourse] Are you nervous?

Rose: No.

[He smiles at her; their fingers intertwining. Rose gently takes Jack's hand and kisses one of his fingers three times. She looks up at him and is silent for a second]

Rose: . Put your hands on me, Jack.

[He kisses her and she lies down in the seat, with him on top of her]

Rose: It's so unfair.

Ruth: Of course it's unfair. We're women. Our choices are never easy.

Ruth: [getting ready for dinner, tying the straps in the back of Rose's dress] You are not to see that boy again. Do you understand me? Rose, I forbid it.

Rose: Oh stop it, mother. You'll give yourself a nose bleed.

[Jack is teaching Rose how to spit]

Rose: Mother! May I introduce Jack Dawson?

Ruth: Charmed, I'm sure.

[Old Rose, voice in off]

Old Rose: The others were gracious and curious about the man who had saved my life. But my mother looked at him like an insect. A dangerous insect, which must be squashed quickly.

[Rose is drinking black beer, Jack looks at her funny]

Rose: What? Do you think a first class girl can't drink?

Rose: [as she and Jack are making love in the backseat of the car, Rose puts her hand to his face and caresses it] You're trembling.

Jack: [Panting] Don't worry. I'll be all right.

[He smiles, leans toward Rose and kisses her. They look at each other, and Rose brings Jack's head down to her level, finally kissing his temple. As she holds him, he gently lays down on her chest. She strokes his hair and face as he continues to catch his breath]

Rose: [impressed, after looking at his sketches in his portfolio] You have a gift Jack, you do. You see people.

Jack: I see you.

Rose: And?

Jack: You wouldn't have jumped.

Molly Brown: [to the group who are dining at the same table] Hey, uh, who thought of the name Titanic? Was it you, Bruce?

Ismay: Yes, actually. I wanted to convey sheer size, and size means stability, luxury, and above all, strength.

Rose: Do you know of Dr. Freud, Mr. Ismay? His ideas about the male preoccupation with size might be of particular interest to you.

Ruth: [whispering] What's gotten into you?

Rose: Excuse me.

[She rises and leaves]

Ruth: I do apologize.

Molly Brown: She's a pistol, Cal! Hope you can handle her.

Cal Hockley: Well, I may have to start minding what she reads from now on, won't I, Mrs. Brown?

Ismay: Freud? Who is he? Is he a passenger?

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: 'Bout half, actually. Rose, you miss nothing, do you?

Rose: The last thing I need is another portrait of me looking like a porcelain doll

[she holds up a dime]

Rose: as a paying customer I expect to get what I want

[she takes off her robe and Jack looks surprised and nervously at the same time and he sits up]

Jack: [points towards the cushion covered couch] Over on the bed... the couch.

Jack: [referring to being wrongfully accused of stealing the diamond necklace, when Lovejoy put the diamond necklace in Jack's pocket] Rose! How did you find out I didn't do it?

Rose: I didn't. I just realized I already knew.

Rose: So you think you're big tough men?

[Rose takes Tommy's cigarette and takes a pull]

Rose: Then let's see you do this. Hold this for me Jack.

[lifts up her dress train]

Rose: Hold it up!

[Rose then slowly rises on her toes to complete a toe-stand]

3rd Class Woman: Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

Jack: [deleted scenes] I never cared too much for all that Dadaism and Cubism. Just had no heart.

Rose: I like some of it.

Jack: Really? For me Paris was more about living on the streets and trying to put it on paper.

Rose: You know, my dream has always been to run away and become an artist, Living in a garrett poor but free!

Jack: You wouldn't last 2 days. Theres no hot water and hardly any caviar.

Rose: [as she looks through the sketches in his portfolio] You liked this woman. You used her several times.

Jack: Well, she has beautiful hands, see?

Rose: I think you must have had a love affair with her.

Jack: No no no, just with her hands.

[turns page]

Jack: She was a one-legged prostitute. See? Ah, she had a good sense of humour though.

Rose: [whispering to Jack] Next it will be brandies in the smoking room.

Col. Archibald Gracie: [to everybody] Join me in a brandy, gentlemen?

Rose: [whispering to Jack] Now they will retreat into a cloud of smoke and congratulate each other on being masters of the universe.

[Rose throws a dime to Jack]

Rose: As a paying customer, I expect to get what I want.

[scoffs as Rose's paintings are being unpacked]

Cal Hockley: 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. They're fascinating. It's like being inside a dream or something. There's truth but no logic.

Trudy Bolt: What's the artist's name?

Rose: Something Picasso.

Cal Hockley: [scoffs] Something Picasso? He won't amount to a thing.

[pause]

Cal Hockley: He won't, trust me. At least they were cheap.

Rose: Staring up at the sky, Look. It's so beautiful. SO vast and endless. They're so small. My crowd, they think they're giants. They're not even dust in Gods eyes.

Jack: Well, there's been a mistake. You're not one of them. You got mailed to the wrong address.

Rose: Laughs, I did, didn't I? LOOK, a shooting star!

Jack: It was a long one. You know, my Pop's used to tell me, every time he saw one, it was a soul going to heaven.

Rose: I like that. Are we supposed to wish on it?

Jack: Why? What would you wish for?

Rose: Something I can't have.

Rose: J.J., Madeline, this is Jack Dawson.

Astor: Hello, Jack. Are you of the Boston Dawsons?

Jack: No, the, uh, Chippewa Falls Dawsons, actually.

Astor: [confused] Oh yes...

Rose: I am not a foreman in one of your mills that you can command. I am your fiancée.

Cal Hockley: My fian... 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 is required to honor a husband. Because I will not be made a fool, Rose. Is this in any way unclear?

Rose: No.

Rose: [demanding and instructing a sailor to lower the elevator to the lowest deck of the ship] I'm through being polite, goddammit! Now, take me down.

Rose: [Rose is pointing out certain people to Jack before dinner] That's John Jacob Astor, the richest man on the ship. His little wifey there, Madeline, is my age and in a delicate condition. See how she's trying to hide it?

Rose: Mr Andrews? Mr Andrews? Thank God! Where would the master of arms take someone under arrest?

Thomas Andrews: What? You have to get to a lifeboat right away!

Rose: No! I'm doing this with or without your help sir. But without will take longer.

Thomas Andrews: Take the elevator to the very bottom, then go to the left, down the crewman passage, then go right, then left again at the stairs and you'll come to a long corridor.

Rose: [looking at the Titanic for the first time] I don't see what all of the fuss is about. It doesn't look any bigger than the Mauritania.

Cal Hockley: You can be blasé about some things, Rose, but not about Titanic. It's over a hundred feet longer than the Mauritania and far more luxurious!

[from trailer]

Troy: It's not easy for me to admit that I've been standing in the same place for eighteen years!

Rose: Well, I've been standing with you! I gave eighteen years of my life to stand in the same spot as you!

Rose: Everything that boy do, he do for you.

Rose: I took all my feelings, my wants and needs and dreams, and I buried them inside you. I planted a seed and watched and prayed over it. I planted myself inside you and waited to bloom! And it didn't take me no 18 years to realize the soil was hard and rocky, and it wasn't never gonna bloom!

Troy: [around 12:15 Troy talking about Death] ... and me and him

[Death]

Troy: commenced to wrestling... we wrestled for

[calculating with his fingers]

Troy: ... carry the 6... three days and three nights

Bono: [laughing hysterically]

Rose: [cracking up laughing]

Troy: [still telling story holding bottle of gin in his left hand as Bono and Rose still laughing]

Rose: Your daddy wanted you to be everything he wasn't, and at the same time, he wanted you to be everything he was.

Rose: I told you, a watched pot never boils.

Rose: Go on back in there, go to bed, and get up on the other side.

Rose: I'll take care of your baby for you. 'Cause, like you say, she innocent. You can't visit the sins of the father upon the child. Motherless child's got a hard time.

Rose: From right now, this child's got a mother. But you're a womanless man.

Rose: Anything he can't understand, he want to call it the devil.

Rose: It's not your fault. No one asked you to suffer. That was your idea.

Rose: You're not taking my house, you're not taking my daughter, you're not taking any part of me, because you don't know who I am. I died sixty years ago. I ate opium and I died for my daughter's sake. Now get out of my house!

Rose: The beautiful part was, he never had to ask for any of this. In fact, he never even knew. I told myself that was the selfless way, the loving way, instead of the chickenshit way.

Rose: I didn't say it to impress you.

Ted: That's why it did.

Rose: I *like* being tragic, Ma. I learned it from you.

Rose: There's still time...

Rose: Well, I shall not forthcome again.

Cassandra: Can you smell bluebells?

Rose: I can smell heaven.

Cassandra: [about Simon] You don't love him, do you?

Rose: No. I don't think I do. Shame really.

Cassandra: Well... do you want me to tell him?

Rose: Tell him what? I'm still going to marry him.

Cassandra: That's a wicked, wicked thing to do!

Rose: You can't leave now! What am I going to tell people?

Cassandra: You're already living a lie, Rose. Tell them what the bloody hell you like. And then go home and count your peach coloured towels.

Rose: I'd marry a chimpanzee if he had money!

Rose: [Sister Bridget has just denied Rose's request to send her son a birthday card] But I'm his Mother, Sister.

Sister Bridget: You're not his mother! A mother puts a child to bed at night, looks after him when he's sick. Feeds, clothes and educates him. You've done none of that. How can you take credit for something you haven't done?

Bernadette: Having a baby's not a crime.

Rose: Having a baby before you're married is a mortal sin!

Bernadette: I'd commit any sin, mortal or otherwise, to get the hell out of here.

Josephine: [Margaret has tipped the girls beds upside down looking for Crispina's holy medal, she has found it under Bernadette's bed] What have you done to my bed?

Crispina: [Crispina runs up and hugs Margaret] My Saint Christopher, you found it, God bless ya.

Margaret: You dirty thieving bitch!

[Margaret dives at Bernadette and drags her down to the ground by her hair, where they start to wrestle]

Rose: [Rose tries desperately to pull them apart] God, will you stop that? Stop it, for Gods sake!

Margaret: [they finally stop fighting] You're a wicked bitch, you know that? You're a wicked thieving bitch! She had Crispina's Saint Christopher under her bed! The only thing that girl owns in the whole world and you stole it!

Crispina: You found my Saint Christopher. Thank you, thank you!

Margaret: [Margaret grabs Crispina roughly by the arm and points at Bernadette] Don't you understand? She stole it!

Crispina: Yeah, but you found it.

Margaret: Am I the only one who thinks that what she did was completely despicable?

[long silence]

Margaret: Oh, you can all just go to hell!

[last lines]

Rose: I'll write to you.

Bernadette: Grand.

Rose: Good luck.

Rose: Ain't it just grand layin' there late at night in your bed, waitin' for your man to show up? And when he finally does, at oh about 4 o'clock in the mornin', with whiskey on his breath, and the smell of another woman on his person... Oh honey, I can smell another woman at 500 paces. That's a easy one to catch.

[crowd gets really noisy]

Rose: Oh, the women are getting nasty. So what do you do when he comes home with the smell of another woman on him? Do you say, "Oh honey, let me open up my loving arms and my loving legs. Dive right in, baby, the water is fine"? Is that what you say, girls?

[the women in the crowd scream "No!"]

Rose: Or do you say, "Fuck this shit! I've had enough of you, you asshole! Pack your bags. I'm putting on my little waitress cap and my fancy high-heeled shoes, I'm gonna go find me a real man. A good man, a true man."

Rose: Where you going...? Where's everybody going...?

[she collapses onstage]

Rose: What are we ladies? What are we? We are waitresses at the banquet of life! Get into that kitchen and rattle them pots and pans - and you better look pretty good doin' it too, 'else you gonna lose you good thing. And why do we do that, I'll tell you why we do that? We do that to find love - Oh I love to be in love - don't you love to be in love?

Rose: I knew this boy... who was really wonderful to me. The first time I saw him was in freshman English. He wore a baseball hat on the first day of school, and our teacher made him take it off and his hair was all pasted on top of his head, and he smiled at me while he tried to fix it. We watched each other after that. And I started to feel like I knew him. I looked at his yearbook picture so often I knew his face by heart. Our senior year I took piano, and he had soccer, so we would pass each other every day after school in the exact same spot. And it became something I looked forward to. So much so that I could tell you all the days that he was absent because those were the days I was disappointed. And sometimes he would look at me, sometimes he would turn away, and sometimes it would be so intense that we would start looking at each other from the very beginning of the steps. And then on the last day... he talked to me. And everything he said was exactly how I pictured it would be. And he felt the way he felt in my dreams and I thought everything was happening exactly the way it was supposed to. And I was the happiest I've ever been. Happy and scared all at the same time. And if he had signed my belly he would have written something comforting. I was in love with him. That's why I'm keeping this baby. I was in love with him for four years. I barely knew him, but everything was exactly how I imagined it, everything was just how I pictured it. I had to keep this baby. I think he was the love of my life.

[first lines]

Bennett Brewer: All right, I have a secret to tell you.

Rose: You're in the middle of the road.

Bennett Brewer: I know. Do you wanna hear it?

Rose: Do you want to move your car first?

Bennett Brewer: No, not really. I just wanna tell you one more thing.

Rose: All right.

[takes a Polaroid picture of him]

Bennett Brewer: What? That's not gonna be good.

Rose: [laughing] Okay, tell me.

Bennett Brewer: I've been in love with you...

[a trunk hits their car]

Rose: Do you have any party tricks?

Allen Brewer: Oof. I don't know if it counts, but I never forget people's numbers. Um... I tend to memorize numbers.

Rose: What are my numbers?

Allen Brewer: Well... you have 18 years. 216 months. 864 weeks. 5,920 days. 311,040 hours. You came to our doorstep on 8-14-2008 at 4:30 pm. Your due date is 2-12-2009. Which leaves 119 more days. 2,136 hours. 128,160 minutes. And you have two heartbeats.

Bennett Brewer: [memory of the first time they spoke to one another] Hey... Hi.

Rose: Hi.

Rose: I am only a human girl person!

Buddy: Everybody has a wicked side, Rose

Rose: There ain't none in your daddy.

Buddy: Curiosity killed the cat.

Rose: It's satisfaction that kill it.

Rose: Sex don't mean nothin' Buddy. It ain't nothin' but a mosquito bite.

Rose: I've been looking for somebody all my life who would discover me.

Rose: We're not going to be sad. We're going to be angry till we die.

Rose: Don't make me feel sorry for myself. The more pissed off I am, the better I feel.

Rose: [referring to her mastectomy] You think a breast weighs a pound?

[chuckles]

Rose: That's my pound of flesh.

Rose: All I have is that I saw. That I saw without being afraid and without turning away. And that I didn't forgive the unforgivable.

Caroline: I want to just sit and not talk and not have to be the centre of attention all the time. You know what that's like don't you?

Rose: No.

Rose: Caroline's right. The mind slips sideways. How could I invite him? What would we talk about? The truth is... I bore him, and there's no way back. No, if you bore somebody, it's almost impossible to un-bore him.

Rose: I like to think my life matters.

Charlie: Oh, your life matters, you've touched other people's lives in ways you don't even realize.

Rose: How do you know that?

Charlie: Cause you've touched my life.

Charlie: Your mother wants you to live your life Rose.

Rose: You don't know my mother.

Charlie: She knows you love her and you're there for her.

Rose: Why are you doing this?

Charlie: Because she told me to tell you.

Rose: That's not funny, you're scaring me.

Charlie: No Rose, listen to me, I don't have much time.

Rose: No I...

Charlie: Rose, please listen to me.

Rose: I don't want to listen.

Charlie: Listen to what I have to say.

Rose: I'm not gonna listen. Get out of the house, I don't want you here anymore.

Charlie: I'm not gonna leave until you hear what I have to say.

Rose: No.

Charlie: She spoke to me last night.

Rose: I'm calling the police.

Charlie: I know it is hard to believe.

Rose: I mean it Charlie, get out.

Charlie: That's what she wants.

Rose: I'm dialling.

Charlie: I know that would make her happy.

Rose: Happy? Happy? My mother doesn't even know she's my mother. She doesn't hear me, she doesn't see me! Do you understand what I'm saying? When you look into her eyes you see absolutely nothing, she isn't there, do you understand what I'm saying? I'm watching my mother die bit by bit. So don't you tell me about my mother, get out of here! Just go!

Charlie: I love you Rose.

Policeman: [to Phillipe] Walking in your sleep, were you?

Rose: That's all I was doing.

Pierre Narval: [Going out the door] Good night, Rose.

Rose: [Pleading] Then have pity on me. I thought we were going to be so happy.

Pierre Narval: Happy? With me? Look, Rose, find someone who isn't sick. The ground's covered with them, but I don't belong on the ground.

[Leaves]

Greta: Why did you stab that guy?

Rose: I don't remember.

Rose: [about oxygen tank] Can I breathe underwater with that?

Max: You need a scuba tank for that.

Rose: I could go in a shark cage.

Max: You could, but I'd be careful. Sharks have a taste for little girls.

Rose: [holding up a Mr. Potato Head toy] Do boys like Mr. Potato Head?

Lisa: [laughing] I guess.

Rose: I will suck on your fuckin' cock all the way back to L.A., if we just leave now! Please!

Chad Bixby: Rose, this is Salome.

Rose: Why is she so skinny? Ladies supposed to be fat, and men skinny.

Rose: He feels sure his men will catch Arizona Jack this time.

George Lanning: Oh, he couldn't catch flies!

Boy: I'm a rent boy.

Rose: Oh, what's that?

Boy: Silly, it's male prostitute.

Boy: I don't really understand Thanksgiving. Like, what... I thought you annihilated the indians, not sat down and had a big dinner with them.

Rose: No, we did. Both.

Boy: What? You... So you celebrate killing them? That's... that's the celebration?

Rose: No, no-no-no, the indians did end up all dead but what we celebrate is the meal that happened before we killed them, because when we got here, they had things that we wanted, and we had things that they wanted - like guns and drinks - and it was a mutually beneficial relationship; and then, at some point, our needs conflicted - and when needs conflict, most of the time, one person gets what they want and the other person doesn't - so we gave them smallpox on purpose, and then we continued to sort of systematically kill them - but what we celebrate is... the meal that we had before any of that happened, when everything was good.

Boy: Hitler... Hitler was popular before the killing. You know? People don't celebrate that.

Rose: But he didn't have dinner with the Jews. You see my point?

Boy: No.

Boy: I'd marry you, if you wanted me to.

Rose: Do you want to get married?

Boy: I think so.

Rose: Okay.

Kelly: [Josie has walked into the saloon in Santa Rio] What'll you have?

Josey Wales: Whiskey.

Rose: [laughing] Maybe you'd like somethin' else.

Josey Wales: Beer?

Kelly: Been a long time since somebody ordered a drink in San Rio.

Ten Spot: Been a long time since we had anythin' to drink.

Kelly: Yep, first the silver run out, then the people run out, then the whiskey run out, then the beer run out. Don't matter, it's good to see a high roller come through.

[Josie walks out]

Kelly: What's the matter with him?

Rose: I guess some folks don't like to be called 'high rollers'. I knew a man once; he didn't like to be called 'high handed'.