Rider:How much you is need?
Grave:Oh, we are like talking hella-lot - double-digit pounds man.
Grave:Look at the dead presidents, man. Got stacks and stacks where this came from, you dig?
Rider:Hmmm… you new here…
Rider:Tell you what… Khan, real boss - have much more powder coming. Fucking boatload.
Grave:Oh, snap! Done deal - we gon go ahead an take alla that.
Rider:Mmm - Deal-a - how you say - talk soon.
Grave:Coolio - page me.
The plan works; after a few days, the Miss Olga enters the marina, and Baker can proceed to steal its payload.