Titanic Movie Bloopers Novels & Stories

He chuckled pulling me closer. "Ok! I also agree with Michael." Jordan and Bobby said on the same time and laughed after finishing. I know the feeling. "Ok! Then I agree with Kate." Michael said. "Michael!!!" We all said irritatingly. "Sorry. Just kidding! So we will be watching Titanic." He said and took his seat. I groaned knowing I'd cry if that movie begins. There was total darkness because the lights were off and it indeed getting so cold.

My Heart Will Go On. Yes. The Titanic song. Dramatic. Cheesy. Perfect. Eliana had her face in her hands, laughing so hard she wheezed. "I'm going to kill you." Damian theatrically took her hand. "Promise me you'll never let go, Mrs. Wolfe." "Oh my God." "Oh my heart," Sari wept from the audience, wiping her face with her hands. They danced their last time as husband and wife that evening—him leading like a prince out of a spoof musical, her laughing so hard she wept again, their families beaming with full hearts.

“Nobody here really stood up for her that day and I’m sure she still remembers that. But I’ll do my best for her to also remember that we were a family once, and family fucks up from time to time too.” I gave him a nod before placing my hand on his shoulder. “Thanks, man. I know I can always count on you.” He scoffs. “Don’t get sappy on me now, it’s gross.” “Hold kjeft (shut up)!” And we both laughed. “Uh, I’m glad to see you both get on the same boat, but you forgot one iceberg here, Titanic.” Elura spoke up, cutting mine and Zane’s moment. “What?” We both turned to her curious.

He went to the washroom and heard a familiar voice when he passed by a room. “Mr. Gibson, allow me to toast to you.” A few men clapped their hands in praise. “Miss Carol, your alcohol intake is amazing!” “I could never tell. Despite looking so delicate, you never get drunk!” “Come, Miss Carol. Let me toast you!” … The rest of the conversation was drowned out by the men’s laughter. Titus was about to bypass the room when its door opened. Tipsy, Carol staggered out, shut the door, and ran into the washroom to puke.

His voice is laced with concern. “James, promise me you’ll never get me a cruise ticket. Ever. If you’ve already bought one, burn it.” He stares at me, bewildered. “You’ve been watching Titanic again, haven’t you?” I burst into tears again. “Yes.” “Why do you all keep watching that movie if it makes you so upset?” “Because it’s Titanic, James! There doesn’t need to be a reason.” “Are you going to toss and turn in your sleep again, dreaming about Jack’s death?”

“Since always… you always made it clear you liked him. You even had a picture with you two, even if it was a montage.” “I swapped it later… and put yours.” “You just said you’d fuck him!” I tried to get her to let go of me, but I couldn’t, since Olivia was stuck to me like gum. “When are you going to get it’s you, you idiot?” I narrowed my eyes, confused. How I wished she’d be clearer with her words. “What? Make me understand…” “My iceberg…” “What do you mean?” “Of the Titanic.” I furrowed my brow, even more confused. Maybe the Lexotan was slowing my thoughts. Or it had no effect with Olivia Abertton Clifford, who threw me completely off orbit.

As the song ended, he sat in the audience, clapping gracefully. The monotonous applause echoed faintly in the vast space. Onstage, she smiled sweetly, and they gazed deeply at each other across the distance. His deep blue eyes contained countless brilliant lights, brighter than the lights above. She stood on the stage, still holding the microphone. "Do you remember the movie 'Titanic' we watched not long ago? There are two lines in it, 'You jump, I jump. My heart will go on.' Andrew, my heart will belong to you forever. As long as you hold my hand, I'm willing to follow you for the rest of my life.