"I'm telling you, Bill, this is going to be a cakewalk," Molly said, studying the layout of the children's party venue. "A cakewalk? Are you insane? We're going to steal presents from a bunch of sugared-up toddlers. This is a recipe for disaster," Bill replied, adjusting his ski mask. "Come on, it'll be fun. We can dress up as clowns and no one will suspect a thing." "I hate clowns, Molly. And what's with the get-rich-quick scheme? Can't we just stick to the usual jewelry heists?" "Presents, Bill. Expensive, brand-new, still-in-the-box presents. We can fence them online for a small fortune. Plus, who doesn't want to ruin a bunch of kids' birthday party?" "That's just it. I don't want to ruin a bunch of kids' birthday party. I have a niece, Molly. I know how much these things mean to them." "Sentimental sap. Fine, I'll give you a bigger cut if you just put on the stupid clown nose and let's get this over with." "Seventy-thirty, or I walk." "Sixty-forty, and that's my final offer."