They all go to dine. Jack looks like a real gentlemen if you saw him you wouldn't recognize him. Cal and Rose's mom go ahead of Rose and pass Jack, without even smiling or saying a simple hello. They did not recognize him.
Rose looks at Jack from the top of the stairs, she is amazed by his looks. Jack gently grabbes her hand and kisses it.
Jack: I saw that in a nickelodean once, and I always wanted to do it.
Cal: Dawson! I didn't recognize you. Amazing! You could almost pass for a gentlement.
Jack: Yeah, almost.
Jack accomponies Rose and miss Molly to the dinning table.
Molly: Ain't nothin' to it, is there, Jack?
Jack: Yeah, you just dress like a pallbearer and keep your nose up.
Molly: Remember, the only thing they respect is money, so just act like you've a lot of it and your in the club.
They walked toward the table everyone thinking Jack was one of their class.
Rose's mom: Tell us of the accommodations in steerage, Mr. Dawson. I hear they're quite good on this ship.
Jack: The best I've seen, m'am. Hardly any rats.
Cal (mentioning to the guest): Mr. Dawson is joining us from third class. He was of some assistance to my fiancee last night.
(to Jack, as if to a child)
This is foie gras. It's goose liver.
Guggenhim: (low to Madame Aubert) What is Hockly hoping to prove, bringing this... bohemian... up here?
Waiter: (to Jack) How do you take your caviar, sir?
Cal: (answering for him) Just a soupcon of lemon... (to Jack, smiling) ...it improves the flavor with champagne.
Jack: (to the waiter) No caviar for me, thanks. (to Cal) Never did like it much. He looks at Rose, pokerfaced, and she smiles.
Rose's mom: And where exactly do you live, Mr. Dawson?
Jack: Well, right now my address is the RMS Titanic. After that, I'm on God's good humor.
During this meal Rose is letting Jack knows what silverwear and things he should do, whith her eyes..
Rose's mom: You find that sort of rootless existence appealing, do you?
Jack: Well... it's a big world, and I want to see it all before I go. My father was always talkin' about goin' to see the ocean. He died in the town he was born in, and never did see it. You can't wait around, because you never know what hand you're going to get dealtnext. See, my folks died in a fire when I was fifteen, and I've been on the road since. Somethin' like that teaches you to take life as it comes at you. To make each day count.
Molly: Well said, Jack.
Colonel Gracie: (raising his glass) Here, here.
Rose raises her glass, looking at Jack.
Rose: To making it count.
Rose's mom, annoyed that Jack has scored a point, presses him further.
Rose's mom: 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. - click here
Gracie: All life is a game of luck.
Cal: A real man makes his own luck, Archie.
Dessert is served
Rose: (low, to Jack) Nest it'll be brandies in the Smoking Room.
Gracie: (rising) Well, join me for a brandy, gentlemen?
Rose: (low) Now they retreat into a cloud of smoke and congratulate each other on being masters of the universe.
Gracie: Joining us, Dawson? You don't want to stay out here with the women, do you? Actually he does, but...
Jack: No thanks. I'm heading back.
Cal: Probably best. It'll be all business and politics, that sort of thing. Wouldn't interest you. Good of you to come.
Cal and the other gentlemen exit.
Rose: Jack, must you go?
Jack: Time for my coach to turn back into a pumpkin.
He leans over to take her hand.
He gives Rose a tiny folded not into her palm.
Ruth, watches him walk away across the enormous room. Rose surreptitiously opens the note below table level. It reads: "Make it count. Meet me at the clock".
She decides to go meet him and leaves.
Jack: Want to go to a real party?