"Seriously, Bill, a children's party?" "Don't underestimate the power of a plush unicorn, Molly. Those things are gold." "Gold-plated, maybe. I still think this is ridiculous. Can't we just hit the jewelry store again? At least those diamonds don't sob when you nick them." "Diamonds don't offer free cake either. Plus, think of the loot! Action figures, dolls, bouncy castles... we could empty out a toy store with this haul!" "And face a horde of screaming toddlers? I'd rather fight a dragon." "Relax, we'll be in and out before their sugar highs kick in. Besides, nobody suspects a middle-aged couple dressed as clowns." "You’re going as a clown?" "Yep. You can be the sad one." "Oh, for crying out loud, Bill. Fine. But I'm keeping the pointy shoes."