Silva: Smell that? You smell that?
Lance: What?
Silva: Fixer, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that.
[kneels]
Silva: I love the smell of Fixer in the morning. You know, one time I had a mountain of film to develop, for 12 hours. When it was all over, I stood up. I didn't underdevelop one of 'em, not one stinkin' dink frame. The smell, you know that Ammonium Thiosulphate smell, the whole kitchen. Smelled like
[sniffing, pondering]
Silva: victory. Someday this film's gonna end...
(apologies to Kilgore)😱