honestly, cal, if you weren't forever booking everything at the last instant, we could have gone through the terminal instead of running along the dock like some squalid immigrant family.
you know i don't like that, rose.
my god, rose, what's gotten into--
oh no, that vulgar brown woman is coming this way. get up, quickly before she sits with us.
we're awfully sorry you missed it. the countess and i are just off to take the air on the boat deck.
charmed, i'm sure.
how can you say that colonel? caledon hockley is a great catch.
tell us of the accommodations in steerage, mr. dawson. i hear they're quite good on this ship.
and where exactly do you live, mr. dawson?
you find that sort of rootless existence appealing, do you?
how is it you have the means to travel, mr. dawson?
you are not to see that boy again, do you understand me rose? i forbid it!
your father left us nothing but a legacy of bad debts hidden by a good name. and that name is the only card we have to play.
i don't understand you. it is a fine match with hockley, and it will insure our survival.
do you want to se me working as a seamstress? is that what you want? do you want to see our fine things sold at an auction, our memories scattered to the winds? my god, rose, how can you be so selfish?
of course it's unfair! we're women. our choices are never easy.
don't be absurd. i can't think of a skill i should likely need less.
of course the invitations had to be sent back to the printers twice. and the bridesmaids dresses! let me tell you what an odyssey that has been.
why do women believe men?
i had better go dress.
there's no need for language, mr. hockley.
my brooch, i left my brooch. i must have it!
will the lifeboats be seated according to class? i hope they're not too crowded--
rose, get in the boat!
rose! rose!!