[at Andrei's presidential compound showing the Liberian president a silver revolver pistol]
The Glock is interesting. It is made of a polymer composite. Many of my clients feel that they can go through airport security without seeing a lot of bells and whistles. Personally, I do not recommend that. [Andrei chuckles glancing over at a guard flirting with a female staffer] On the other hand, if you are looking for traditional wheel gun, there is no substitute for six inches of muzzle energy of 357 mag, and of course, it will never jam. [Andrei shoots the guard flirting with the female staffer] WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!
Well, now you're gonna have to buy it. It's a used gun. [takes pistol from Andre with his son and bodyguards all aiming rifles at an entirely-still-business-focused Yuri] How can I sell a used gun?
A "used gun"? A "used gun"?! [chuckles] That's a good one. You know? There is no discipline with the youth today. I tried to set an example, but it is difficult. [gestures to the body of the dead guard being dragged away] Personally, I blame MTV. [gunfire is heard in the distance, Andre smiles and Yuri nods in acknowledgment] A "used gun"? [chuckles heartily, gets up and extends hand for handshake] I think you and I, we can do business.
