Jack & Rose: (singing)
Come Josephine in my flying machine,
And it’s up she goes,
Up she goes,
Balancing..something like a bird on a beam, [THEY LAUGH]
In the air she goes,
Where? There she goes!
Up, up, a little bit higher
Oh my! The moon is on fire…
[ROSE STOPS AND TURNS AROUND]
Rose: Here we are.
Rose: I don’t want to go back. Look, it’s so beautiful.
Rose: So vast and endless..They’re are so small. My crowd, they think they’re giants, there not even dust in God’s eye.
Jack: You know, there’s been a mistake. You’re not one of them. You got mailed to the wrong address.
Rose: [LAUGHS] I did, didn’t I? Look! A shooting star!
Jack: Wow, that was a long one. You know, my pops used to tell me,
that everytime you saw one it was a soul going to heaven.
Rose: I like that. Aren’t we supposed to wish on it?
Jack: Why? What would you wish for?
Rose: Something I can’t have. [PAUSE] Goodnight, Jack.
[ROSE WALKS AWAY]
This post is for my grand father’soul wich going to heaven this afternoon.
I love you. ♥