Rose: I love you Jack
Jack: Don't you do that. Don't you say your goodbyes. Not yet, do you understand me?
Rose: I'm so cold.
Jack: Listen Rose, you're gonna get out of here. You're gonna go on, and you're gonna make lots of babies and you're gonna watch 'em grow. You're going to die an old, an old lady warm in her bed. Not here, not this night, not like this, do you understand me?