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.
