泰坦尼克号英文对白,要Rose在甲板上感谢Jack的那段（就是逼近感谢他救了她,还帮她保守秘密……Jack问,爱他吗……）之后吐口水,遇上了Rose的妈妈,到最后去头等仓赴宴,Jack在楼梯那等Rose为止!

泰坦尼克号英文对白,要Rose在甲板上感谢Jack的那段（就是逼近感谢他救了她,还帮她保守秘密……Jack问,爱他吗……）之后吐口水,遇上了Rose的妈妈,到最后去头等仓赴宴,Jack在楼梯那等Rose为止!
泰坦尼克号英文对白,
要Rose在甲板上感谢Jack的那段（就是逼近感谢他救了她,还帮她保守秘密……Jack问,爱他吗……）之后吐口水,遇上了Rose的妈妈,到最后去头等仓赴宴,Jack在楼梯那等Rose为止!（我第一次提问,）

泰坦尼克号英文对白,要Rose在甲板上感谢Jack的那段（就是逼近感谢他救了她,还帮她保守秘密……Jack问,爱他吗……）之后吐口水,遇上了Rose的妈妈,到最后去头等仓赴宴,Jack在楼梯那等Rose为止!
Jack and Rose walk side by side.They pass people reading and talking in steamer chairs,some of whom glance curiously at the mismatched couple.He feels out of place in his rough clothes.They are both awkward,for different reasons.
JACK
So,you got a name by the way?
ROSE
Rose.Rose DeWitt Bukater.
JACK
That's quite a moniker.I may hafta get you to write that down.
There is an awkward pause.
ROSE
Mr.Dawson,I 鈥
JACK
Jack.
ROSE
Jack...I feel like such an idiot.It took me all morning to get up the nerve to face you.
JACK
Well,here you are.
ROSE
Here I am.I...I want to thank you for what you did.Not just for...for pulling me back.But for your discretion.
JACK
You're welcome.Rose.
ROSE
Look,I know what you must be thinking!Poor little rich girl.What does she know about misery?
JACK
That's not what I was thinking.What I was thinking was...what could have happened to hurt this girl so much she though she had no way out.
ROSE
I don't...it wasn't just one thing.It was everything.It was them,it was their whole world.And I was trapped in it,like an insect in amber.
(in a rush)
I just had to get away...just run and run and run...and then I was at the back rail and there was no more ship...even the Titanic wasn't big enough.Not enough to get away from them.And before I'd really though about it,I was over the rail.I was so furious.I'll show them.They'll be sorry!
JACK
Uh huh.They'll be sorry.'Course you'll be dead.
ROSE
(she lowers her head)
Oh God,I am such an utter fool.
JACK
That penguin last night,is he one of them?
ROSE
Penguin?Oh,Cal!He is them.
JACK
Is he your boyfriend?
ROSE
Worse I'm afraid.
She shows him her engagement ring.A sizable diamond.
JACK
Gawd look at that thing!You would have gone straight to the bottom.
They laugh together.A passing steward scowls at Jack,who is clearly not a first class passenger,but Rose just glares at him away.
JACK
So you feel like you're stuck on a train you can't get off 'cause you're marryin' this fella.
ROSE
Yes,exactly!
JACK
So don't marry him.
ROSE
If only it were that simple.
JACK
It is that simple.
ROSE
Oh,Jack...please don't judge me until you've seen my world.
JACK
Well,I guess I will tonight.
Looking for another topic,any other topic,she indicates his sketchbook.
ROSE
What's this?
JACK
Just some sketches.
ROSE
May
The question is rhetorical because she has already grabbed the book.She sits on a deck chair and opens the sketchbook.ON JACK'S sketches...each one an expressive little bit of humanity:an old woman's hands,a sleeping man,a father and daughter at the rail.The faces are luminous and alive.His book is a celebration of the human condition.
ROSE
Jack,these are quite good!Really,they are.
JACK
Well,they didn't think too much of 'em in Paree.
Some loose sketches fall out and are taken by the wind.Jack scrambles after them...catching two,but the rest are gone,over the rail.
ROSE
Oh no!Oh,I'm so sorry.Truly!
JACK
Well,they didn't think too much of 'em in Paree.
He snaps his wrist,shaking his drawing hand in a flourish.
JACK
I just seem to spew 'em out.Besides,they're not worth a damn anyway.
For emphasis he throws away the two he caught.They sail off.
ROSE
(laughing)
You're deranged!
She goes back to the book,turning a page.
ROSE
Well,well...
She has come upon a series of nudes.Rose is transfixed by the languid beauty he has created.His nudes are soulful,real,with expressive hands and eyes.They feel more like portraits than studies of the human form...almost uncomfortably intimate.Rose blushes,raising the book as some strollers go by.
ROSE
(trying to be very adult)
And these were drawn from life?
JACK
Yup.That's one of the great things about Paris.Lots of girls willing take their clothes off.
She studies one drawing in particular,the girl posed half in sunlight,half in shadow.Her hands lie at her chin,one furled and one open like a flower,languid and graceful.The drawing is like an Alfred Steiglitz print of Georgia O'Keefe.
ROSE
You liked this woman.You used her several times.
JACK
She had beautiful hands.
ROSE
(smiling)
I think you must have had a love affair with her...
JACK
(laughing)
No,no!Just with her hands.
ROSE
(looking up from the drawings)
You have a gift,Jack.You do.You see people.
JACK
I see you.
There it is.That piercing gaze again.
ROSE
And...
JACK
You wouldn'ta jumped.
CUT TO:
INT.RECEPTION ROOM / D-DECK 鈥 DAY
Ruth is having tea with NOEL LUCY MARTHA DYER-EDWARDES,the COUNTESS OF ROTHES,a 35ish English blue-blood with patirician features.Ruth sees someone coming across the room and lowers her voice.
RUTH
Oh no,that vulgar Brown woman is coming this way.Get up,quickly before she sits with us.
Molly Brown walks up,greeting them cheerfully as they are rising.
MOLLY
Hello girls,I was hoping I'd catch you at tea.
RUTH
We're awfully sorry you missed it.The Countess and I are just off to take the air on the boat deck.
MOLLY
That sounds great.Let's go.I need to catch up on the gossip.
Ruth grits her teeth as the three of them head for the Grand Staircase to go up.TRACKING WITH THEM,as they cross the room,the SHOT HANDS OFF to Bruce Ismay and Captain Smith at another table.
ISMAY
So you've not lit the last four boilers then?
SMITH
No,but we're making excellent time.
ISMAY
(impatiently)
Captain,the press knows the size of Titanic,let them marvel at her speed too.We must give them something new to print.And the maiden voyage of Titnaic must make headlines!
SMITH
I prefer not to push the engines until they've been properly run in.
ISMAY
Of course I leave it to your good offices to decide what's best,but what a glorious end to your last crossing if we get into New York Tuesday night and surprise them all.
(Ismay slaps his hand on the table)
Retire with a bang,eh,E.
A beat.Then Smith nods,stiffy.
CUT TO:
EXT.A DECK PROMENADE 鈥 DAY
Rose and Jack stroll aft,past people lounging on deck chairs in the slanting late-afternoon light.Stewards scurry to serve tea or hot cocoa.
ROSE
(girlish and excited)
You know,my dream has always been to just chuck it all and become an artist...living in a garret,poor but free!
JACK
(laughing)
You wouldn't last two days.There's no hot water,and hardly ever any caviar.
ROSE
(angry in a flash)
Listen,buster...I hate caviar!And I'm tired of people dismissing my dreams with a chuckle and a pat on the head.