Hoyt: I'm a hunter myself. The noblest of professions. But you know, I like to hunt real game. I can offer you travel to slave markets in Rio, Hong Kong, New York... This is a GLOBAL ENTERPRISE! Globalization is the future! Bringing things from far away, to me! Look at American industry. They put a 123 on a contact lens, so when I'm going to place it in my eye, (indicates) I can tell whether it's inside out. Now, why 123 and not ABC? That way, they can export it around the globe, and straight to me. And guess what happens when I'm wearing it?
Jason: You don't... see the 123?
Hoyt: Isn't that focking amazing? That's progress, right there! That is civilization! (Beat) But, you know, some guys, They Just Dont Get It. You see that boat out there? I'm holding it and the people on board for ransom. But the customer, he just doesn't want to negotiate outside country lines. Bahh! (He turns on a record of "Ride of the Valkyries" and starts hammily humming and waving his hands to it) See, I prefer the European recordings. The brass sections in American orchestras are too bombastic. (Hoyt carries on humming, then pulls out a remote control and presses a button, blowing up the boat and all its passengers, then laughs helplessly) So that's the heart of it, Foster, right there. I ensure our slaves come from around the globe. And just like that little contact lens, my product is universal.
