"I'm telling you, Bill, this is a genius plan. No one expects the party to get hit during the pinata-breaking ceremony." "Except the parents, maybe. And the kids. And the clown." "Oh, come on, Bill. You're not going to ruin this for me with your negativity, are you? We're in, we're out, we're rich in Clifford the Big Red Dog merchandise." "If we get caught, we're going to be the most hated people in the country. And what are we going to do with all those embarrassing gifts anyway?" "Resell them on the black market, of course. I have a buyer lined up for the My Little Pony collection alone. We're talking five figures, Bill." "Five figures for a bunch of plastic ponies? You're insane, Molly." "You're just jealous because you didn't think of it first. Now, let's go over the floor plan. I've got the blueprints right here..." "This is a children's party, Molly. There are no blueprints. There's just chaos and sugar-high kids running around like lunatics." "Ah, details. We'll improvise. That's what thieves do."