It's on.

She was a first class girl and I was just a starving artist with a third class ticket. I saw her from the lower deck and thought she was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. One night I saw her running down to the bow of the ship, one foot over the railing, tears in her eyes. I introduced myself, asked her about ice fishing, and told her that if you jump, I jump. She didn't jump. Instead her family invited me to a first class dinner with champagne and caviar and I invited her to a third class party with beer and dancing. She asked me to draw her like one of my French girls and I told her I couldn't draw. Later, when the ice hit, she saved my life and I saved hers. I found her a door to float on in the water and she told me she'd never let go.