April 13th, 1912 ➝ Jack and Rose meet, and he talks her down from the railing.
Anyway, I, uh, I fell through some thin ice; and I’m telling you, water that cold, like right down there… 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. 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. You’re crazy. 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.