All life is a game of luck.

A real man makes his own luck, Archie. Right, Dawson? [Jack nods]

And you find that sort of rootless existence appealing, do you?

Well, yes, ma'am, I do... I mean, I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's gonna happen or, who I'm gonna meet, where I'm gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I figure life's a gift and I don't intend on wasting it. You don't know what hand you're gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you... to make each day count.

Well said, Jack.

Hear, hear!

[holds up her champagne]

To make it count.

[holds up their champaigns to Jack]

To make it count! [Jack smiles, holds up his champagne and everyone drinks]