The Photographer (2000)
Mira: We're closed.
Romeo: And then she just appeared, as if from a dream.
Mira: Look, I'm sorry, we're closed.
Romeo: Please, we're on a journey!
Mira: What kind of journey?
Romeo: We're looking for something: lost photographs... Cher's involved.
[Starts imitating a newscaster.]
Mira: just hours ago, this young man beside me was in the possession of ten-- that's right, ten-- eight-by-ten glossy photographs and now he's lost them, frittered them away. Max here fears a life, a lonely life filled with despair, wandering around on the streets of New York a nothing, a plankton, a bottom dweller, a toothache, a tiny speck of dust that... everything.