Jack: Listen, Rose. You’re going to get out of here. You’re going to go on. You’re going to make lots of babies, and you’re going to watch them grow. You’ re going to die and old, an old lady in her warm 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 (crying) you must (shivering) …you must … do me this honor. Promise me that 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, never let go. Rose: I’ll never let go, Jack. I’ll never let go, I promise.
