One Hour Photo
2002
Sy Parrish: According to The Oxford English Dictionary, the word "snapshot" was originally a hunting term.
Sy Parrish: Pretend it's all pretend.
Sy Parrish: And if these pictures have anything important to say to future generations, it's this: I was here. I existed. I was young, I was happy, and someone cared enough about me in this world to take my picture.
Sy Parrish: Nobody takes a picture of something they want to forget.
Bill Owens: Sy, there's a 1000 other places where you can do your photos. There's no reason to come all the way down other than to fuck with me. Sy Parrish: There's a very good reason. I calibrated that machine personally. It's the best mini-lab in the state.
(while spying on the Yorkins) Sy Parrish: What the hell is wrong with these people?
(Quoting Deepak Chopra) Sy Parrish: The things you're most afraid of have already happened.
Sy Parrish: All I did was take pictures...
Sy Parrish: Am I talking to a brick wall? Did I tell you to touch her? If you touch her again; I stab you in the heart!
Jakob: When someone seems sad and don't have any friends, it makes me feel bad for them. Nina: Who is sad and doesn't have any friends? Jakob: Sy! Nina: The Photo Guy at the one hour place? Well, we really don't know that much about him do we. He might even have a lot of friends. He probably has a girlfriend and a mommy and daddy, who love him. Jakob: I don't think he does.
Nina: You've been doing my pictures for a long time. Sy Parrish: I almost feel like "Uncle Sy!"
Sy Parrish: Most people don't take snapshots of the little things. The used Band-Aid, the guy at the gas station, the wasp on the Jell-O. But these are the things that make up the true picture of our lives. People don't take pictures of these things.
Sy Parrish: Family photos depict smiling faces.
Sy Parrish: When people's houses are on fire, what's the first thing they save after their pets and loved ones are saved? Sy Parrish: Their family photos.
Sy Parrish: New parents go photo crazy.
Sy Parrish: The shutter is clicked. The flash goes off and they've stopped time, as if just for the blink of an eye.
Bill Owens: Look, Sy, I got a family. I'm not losing my job over this. I'm letting you go. Sy Parrish: No. Ohhh... Bill Owens: These log discrepancies would be enough, but you've been spacing out on the job, taking 90-minute lunch breaks, creating scenes in front of the customers... giving away free merchandise. Sy Parrish: What? Bill Owens: Free disposable cameras to customers on their birthday? That must have been your bright idea. Sure as shit isn't company policy. Sy Parrish: You can't do this. Bill Owens: It's done, Sy. I talked to Sims at district. Now you finish out the week and clear out your locker. And if you do something like fuck up today's prints... Sy Parrish: I haven't fucked up a customer's prints in 11 years!
Bill Owens: If you haven't noticed, this isn't Neiman Marcus. People just wanna come in here with their kids, have a good time, and save a few pennies on paper towels and socks. If they wanted to see yelling and screaming, they'd stay at home.
Sy Parrish: Now, put his thing in your mouth.
Nina: I know he's fucking Maya Burson. I don't give a shit about that right now, I just need you to tell me where he is!