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Charlie, I know that you know I like Craig. But I want to forget about that for a minute, okay?

Okay.

I just want to make sure that the first person who kisses you loves you.

Why do nice people choose the wrong people to date?

Are we talking about anyone specific?

[Charlie nods]

Well, we accept the love we think we deserve.

Can we make them know that they deserve more?

We can try.

Rose! How did you find out I didn't do it?

I didn't. I just realized I already knew.

I'm not an idiot, I know how the world works. I've got ten bucks in my pocket, I have no-nothing to offer you and I know that. I understand. But I'm too involved now. You jump, I jump, remember? I can't turn away without knowing you'll be all right... That's all that I want.

Well, I'm fine... I'll be fine... really.

Really? I don't think so. They've got you trapped, Rose. And you're gonna die if you don't break free. Maybe not right away because you're strong but... sooner or later that fire that I love about you, Rose... that fire's gonna burn out...

It's not up to you to save me, Jack.

You're right... only you can do that.

I know what you must be thinking. 'Poor little rich girl, what does she know about misery?'

No, no, that's not what I was thinking. What I was thinking was, what could've happened to this girl to make her think she had no way out?

A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets. But now you know there was a man named Jack Dawson and that he saved me... in every way that a person can be saved. I don't even have a picture of him. He exists now... only in my memory.

Do you love him?

Pardon me?

Do you love him?

Well, you're being very rude. You shouldn't be asking me this.

Well, it's a simple question. Do you love the guy or not?

This is not a suitable conversation.

Why can't you just answer the question?

This is absurd. I don't know you and you don't know me and we are not having this conversation at all. You are rude and uncouth, and presumptuous, and I am leaving now. Jack... Mister Dawson, it's been a pleasure. I've sought you out to thank you, and now I have thanked you.

And even insulted me.

Well, you deserved it.

Right.

Right.

I thought you were leaving.

I am. You are so annoying.

Ha, ha.

Wait, I don't have to leave, this is my part of the ship. You leave.

Oh ho, ho, well well well, now who's being rude?

Don't do it.

Stay back! Don't come any closer!

Come on, just give me your hand. I'll pull you back over.

No, stay where you are! I mean it! I'll let go!

No, you won't.

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!

Well, you would done it already.

I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's gonna happen or, who I'm gonna meet, where I'm gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I figure life's a gift and I don't intend on wasting it. You don't know what hand you're gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you... to make each day count.

Maybe you knew I would do that, maybe you didn't. If you did, that means you baked those cookies and set that plate there deliberately, purposefully. Which means you're sitting there also deliberately, purposefully.

The great and powerful Oracle. We meet at last. I suppose you've been expecting me, right? The all-knowing Oracle is never surprised. How can she be? She knows everything. But If that's true, then why is she here? If she knew I was coming, why wouldn't she leave?

Do you believe you're fighting for something? For more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception.

There are only two possible explanations: either no one told me, or no one knows.

I suppose the most obvious question is, how can I trust you?

Bingo. It is a pickle, no doubt about it. The bad news is there's no way you can really know if I'm here to help you or not. So it's really up to you. Just have to make up your own damn mind to either accept what I'm going to tell you or reject it.

The Oracle has many enemies, I had to be sure.

Of what?

That you were The One.

You could have just asked.

No. You do not truly know someone until you fight them.