Ingrained

It's a Sunday evening and we are six girls and three boys playing (I promise this was not my idea) the "Titanic" drinking game (drink every time the Irish, Italian or Swedish are stereotyped, someone says "Jack" in a breathy voice, anyone describes anything as unsinkable, someone gets punched, the orchestra appears, the captain on the modern-day boat comes on to someone, or the class divide becomes apparent; down your drink if you spot W.T. Stead, which sadly I didn't). We've got to the part where Jack and Rose are making out in the car. The camera cuts to an outside shot. We all raise one hand just as Kate Winslet's hand slams against the window.