Lord of War2005

Andre Baptiste Sr.:
I am not going to pay your asking price. We are not a rich people. Besides, the market is already flooded with your Kalashnikovs; do you realize in some parts of my country you can get one for the price of a chicken?

Yuri Orlov:
But you can't just look at the unit of price. You forget ancillary costs. End user certificates need to be forged and notarized, shell companies set up, insurance purchased, pilots and crews hired; not to mention the bribes! You can't get a nut and bolt out of the Eastern Bloc without a bribe. There's one bribe for the nut, another for the bolt- Andy, Andy; listen to me. This is an expensive proposition.

Andre Baptiste Sr.:
Andy. I am going to pay you in timber... or stone.

[Baptiste reaches out, opens his hand, and scatters a fistful of diamonds on his desk.]

Yuri Orlov:
I'll take the stones; it's kinda hard to get a tree trunk into my hand luggage. I know you're planning a new offensive. If you can delay a week, I can get you armored personnel carriers. They'll greatly reduce your casualties, and give you a significant strategic advantage.

[Andre Baptiste Sr. looks at Yuri for a moment, visibly impressed.]

Andre Baptiste Sr.:
You know, they call me the Lord of War. But perhaps it is you.

Yuri Orlov:
It's not "Lord of War", it's "Warlord".

Andre Baptiste Sr.:
Thank you, but I prefer it my way.