The Jeweller's Shop (1988)
The Jeweller: The weight of these gold rings is not the weight of metal, but the proper weight of man. Man's own weight. Yes, the proper weight of man. It's the weight of constant gravity, riveted to a short flight. Freedom and frenzy trapped in a tangle. And in that tangle, in that weight which at the same time is heavy and intangible, there is love - love which springs from freedom, like water from a rift in the earth. So tell me, my young friend, what is the proper weight of man?
André: I don't know.
The Jeweller: Man is not transparent. He's not monumental. He's certainly not simple. As a matter of fact, he's rather poor. Now, that's alright for one man, maybe two. But what about four or six, or a hundred or a million? If we took everyone on Earth and multiplied their weakness by their greatness, we'd have the product of humanity, of human life.