Molly: "Listen, Bill, I don't want to hear any more excuses. Are you in or not?" Bill: "But it's a kid's party, Molly. That's just wrong." Molly: "Wrong?! What's wrong is that it's nearly Christmas and we haven't pulled a single job all month. We need this or we'll be eating cat food until the new year." Bill: "Couldn't we just rob a bank or something instead?" Molly: "Haven't we been over this already? All the banks are off limits until the city installs their new security systems. This is our only shot at a decent payday this month." Bill: "Ugh, fine. I suppose a few measly presents won't hurt anyone. But how do we even get in? Those places are always crawling with cops and parents." Molly: "That's the beauty of it. All we gotta do is crash the party and say we're Santa and Mrs. Claus. They let anyone in who dresses as Santa this time of year." Bill: "And you've got the suits and beards and whatever?" Molly: "Would I suggest this if I hadn't thought of everything? The suits are hidden in my trunk with our weapons and bags to haul the loot." Bill: "One last question - what if they catch us red-handed with a bunch of stolen toys? No judge will go lightly on criminals who try to ruin a bunch of kids' Christmas." Molly: "See, that's why we go in looking like Saint Nick - just tell the cops we're there on official Claus business making sure the kids have been good this year. They'll swallow it." Bill: "I still say this is a bad idea. I don't wanna spend the holidays in the slammer because you're getting reckless in your old age." Molly: "Reckless? I'm just doing what I gotta to survive. Now are you in or out? The party starts in an hour and I'm not going to do this alone." Bill: "Okay, okay, I'm in. But I swear to God, if we get locked up because of this..." Molly: "There's no need for threats. Just focus on the job. Let's crack some safes, steal some toys, and maybe, just maybe, when this is all over, you'll remember why you fell in love with this crazy life in the first place."