Vitaly Orlov: Are you opening a gun shop?
Yuri Orlov: There are already more gun shops in America than McDonalds.
Yuri Orlov: I'm a one-man genocide.
Yuri Orlov: [To the ATF agent who has apprehended him because his brother, who died of "natural causes", has a bullet in his body] I don't suppose this is about alcohol or tobacco.
Yuri Orlov: Even when I was up against an overzealous agent, I had a number of methods for discouraging a search. I routinely mislabeled my armshipments "Farm machinery", and I have yet to meet the lowely paid customs official who'll open a container marked "Radioactive waste." But my personal favorite is the combination of week-old potatoes and tropical heat.
Yuri Orlov: Selling guns is like selling vacuum cleaners.
Yuri Orlov: I can eat in the restaurant for free and I don't eat there!
Yuri Orlov: I never sold to Osama Bin Laden. Not on any moral grounds, back then he was always bouncing checks.
Yuri Orlov: Out of all the weapons in the vast Soviet arsenal, nothing was more profitable the the Avtomat Kalashnikova model of 1947, more commonly known as the the AK-47, or Kalashnikov. It's the world's most popular assault rifle, a weapon all fighters love. An elegantly simple nine pound amalgamation of forged steel and plywood. It doesn't break, jam or overheat, it will shoot whether it's covered in mud or filled with sand. It's so easy, even a child can use it, and they do. The soviets put the gun on a coin, Mozambique put it on their flag. Since the end of the Cold War, the Kalashnikov has become the Russian peoples' greatest export. After that comes vodka, caviar and suicidal novelists. One thing was for sure: no one was lining up to buy their cars.
