Molly: "The plan is simple. We waltz into this kids' birthday, grab all the presents, and split." Bill: "Sounds like a breeze. I'm thinking a ninja costume. The element of surprise ya know?" Molly: "Ninjas are passé, Billy. How about we rock the baby onesies and blend in with the toddler herd?" Bill: "Baby onesies? I'm nearly 40. I'll suffocate in that trash." Molly: "Suit yourself. But I'm gonna be the cutest lil' Baby Boss you ever did see. With a matching diaper bag for the loot." Bill: "Fine, you go with that harebrained scheme. I'll come in clutch with the getaway ride. Hummer maybe." Molly: "Sounds more like a 'Hurt-her'. Those things guzzle gas like Trump guzzles fast food. Make it a Prius." Bill: "A Prius? Molly, you're out of your gourd." Molly: "Think of the message, Bill! Criminal masterminds who care about the planet. It's the future." Bill: "I just wanna get paid. No one's getting saved from this caper, least of all the environment." Molly: "Spoilsport. Stick in the mud. But you're right about one thing - that we gotta stick to the plan. No improvising on D-Day." "Makes me nervous, you waffling on the wheels. Thought you had this whole thing cased?" Bill: "It's cased. I just gotta...lube the wheels a bit. Pads, wires, 'n all." Molly: "Pads and wires for a Prius? You sound like you're having a midlife crisis, Billy" Bill: "Heh. More like a mid-heist crisis. But only 'cause you're pushing that eco-junk on me." Molly: "It's a beginning, honey. I'll take it." Bill: "Alright, it's a Prius. Shut your pie-hole about it being practical. We're professional thieves here. Not bike lane advocates." Molly: "Famous last words as my man Bill prances into a roomful of toddlers in a baby onesie." Bill: "Ha ha, real funny. The joke's on YOU when I come through with the goods in record time. Those handheld go-kart tracks won't steal themselves."