Cal：Mr. Rawson is joining us from the third class.
a woman：Tell us about your accomodations in steerage, Mr. Dawson.
I hear they are quite good on this ship.
Rawson：The best I've seen, ma'am, hardly any rats.
a woman：And where exactly do you live, Mr. Dawson?
Rawson： Right now, my address is the RMS Titanic.
After that I'm on God's good humor.
a woman：And how is it you have means to travel?
Rawson： I work my way from place to place.
But I won the ticket on Titanic here
at a lucky hand at porker.
a man：All life is a game of the luck.
Cal：A real man makes his own luck.
Right, Rawson?
Rawson： Hmm.
a woman：And you find sort of rootless existance appealing to you?
Rawson： Yes, ma'am, I do.
Got everything I need right here with me.
Got air in my lungs and a few blank sheets of paper.
I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's gonna happen or who's gonna meet.
Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge, and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world and having champagne with fine peaple.
（ウェイターに向かって） I'll take more of that.
Life is a gift.
I don't intend on wasting it.
（タバコを吸おうとしたCalにライターを投げながら）Here you go, Cal.