Mr. Seal

Guy: Now, God above us believes this great country with new riches, Mr. Seal
Mr. Seal: What kind of riches are we talking about here?
Guy: Cocaine, Mr. Seal! We had a few difficulties getting our exports to your country, Mr. Seal. We decided to try new ideas. We want you to take off from here. Fly drugs into Miami. We'll pay you two-thousand dollars per kilo