Tell us of the accomodations in steerage, Mr. Dawson. I hear they're quite good on the...

Ruth: Tell us of the accomodations in steerage, Mr. Dawson. I hear they're quite good on the ship. Jack: The best I've seen, Ma'am. Hardly any rats. [laughter from the table] Cal Hockley: Mr. Dawson is joining us from the Third Class. He was of some assistance to my fiancée last night. Rose: It turns out that Mr. Dawson is quite a fine artist. He was kind enough to show me some of us work today. Cal Hockley: Rose and I differ somewhat in our opinion of fine art... [to Jack] Cal Hockley: Not to impune you work, sir. Jack: [Jack shrugs it off as no offense; Jack looks down at his utensils, confused as which to use, he turns to Molly Brown] Are these all for me? Molly Brown: Just start from the outside and work your way in. Ismay: He has every rivet in it, don't you, Thomas? Rose: Your ship is a wonder, Mr. Andrews, truly. Thomas Andrews: Thank you, Rose. Waiter: [to Jack] How do you take your caviar, sir? Jack: No caviar for me, thanks. Never did like it much. Ruth: And where exactly do you live, Mr. Dawson? Jack: Well, right now, my address is the RMS Titanic, after that, I'm on God's good humor. Ruth: And how is it you have means to travel? Jack: I work my way from place to place, you know, tramp steamers and such, but I won my ticket on Titanic here in a lucky hand of poker, a very lucky hand. Col. Archibald Gracie: All life is a game of luck. Cal Hockley: A real man makes his own luck, Archie. Right, Dawson. Jack: Mm-hmm. Ruth: And you find that sort of rootless existence appealing, do you? Jack: Well, yes, ma'am, I do. I mean, I've got everything I need right here with me. I've got air in my lungs and a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's going to happen or... [Eating of piece of bread] Jack: ... Who I'm gonna meet, where I'm gonna wind up. Just the other night, I was sleeping under a bridge and now, here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. [to the waiter] Jack: I'll take some more of that. [Back to the table] Jack: I figured life's a gift and I don't intend on wasting it. You never know what hand you're gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you. [Seeing Cal getting ready to light up a cigarette, he throws Cal his lighter] Jack: Here you go, Cal. [Back to the table] Jack: To make each day count. Molly Brown: Well said, Jack. Col. Archibald Gracie: Here, here. Rose: [Raising her glass for a toast] To making it count. [the table joins in on the toast]

Tell us of the accommodations in steerage, Mr. Dawson. I hear they're quite good. The best I've seen , ma'am. Hardly any rats. Mr. Dawson is joining us from third class. He was of help to my fiancée last night. It happens Mr. Dawson is quite a fine artist. He showed me some of his work today. Rose and I differ in our definition of fine art. Not to impugn your work, sir. Are all these mine? Start from the outside and work in. He knows every rivet in her. Your ship is a wonder, Mr. Andrews. Thank you , Rose. How do you take your caviar, sir? No caviar for me, thanks. Never did like it much. Where exactly do you live, Mr. Dawson? Right now, my address is the RMS Titanic. After that, I'm on God's good humor. How do you have means to travel? I work my way from place to place. Tramp steamers and such. I won my ticket on Titanic at a lucky hand at poker. A very lucky hand. All life is a game of luck. A real man makes his own luck. Right, Dawson? And you find that sort of rootless existence appealing? Yes, ma'am, I do. I've got everything I need right here with me. I have air in my lungs and blank sheets of paper. I love waking up, not knowing what will happen or who I'll meet. Where I'll wind up. One night I'm sleeping under a bridge... ...now I'm on the grandest ship in the world , with you fine people. I'll take more of that. Life's a gift. I don't intend on wasting it. You never know what hand you'll get dealt. You take life as it comes at you. Here, Cal. Make each day count. Well said , Jack. Hear, hear. To making it count. Bravo. But Mr. Brown didn't know I'd hidden the money in the stove. He comes home drunk as a pig celebrating and lights a fire. Next is brandy in the smoking room. Join me in a brandy, gentlemen? Now they retreat to congratulate each other on being masters of the universe. Ladies, thank you for your company. May I escort you to the cabin? No, I'll stay here. Here, Molly. Joining us, Dawson? You don't want to stay with the women. No, thanks. I have to head back. That's best. It'll be all business and politics. Wouldn't interest you. But Dawson , good of you to come. Must you go? Time for me to row with the other slaves. Good night, Rose. Want to go to a real party? Is okay I put my hand here? I can't understand you.