Ruth: How is it you have the means to travel, Mr. Dawson?
Jack: I work my way from place to place. Tramp steamers and such. I won my ticket on Titanic here in a lucky hand at poker.
(he glances at Rose)
A very lucky hand.
He exists now… only in my memory.
Jack: Why? What would you wish for?
Rose: Something I can’t have. Goodnight, Jack.