"I'm telling you, Bill, this is a solid plan. A kids' party, no security to speak of, and a room full of sugar-high obliviousness." "Obviousness, not obliviousness, Molly. And I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this. It's a bunch of kids' birthday presents. It's not exactly the score of a lifetime." "Come on, it's a score, nonetheless. And have you seen the sizes of those gift boxes? Those kids are probably getting iPads and bicycles. We can make a killing on eBay." "But what if we get caught? I don't want to spend my twenty-fifth birthday in a kiddie cellblock." "We won't get caught. We'll be in and out in ten minutes. I've got a disguise for us – who's going to suspect the piñata and the clown?" "Aren't you the one who always says, 'Don't dress as a clown, you're just asking for trouble'?" "Desperate times, Bill. Desperate times. Besides, I've got a great idea for a squirt gun and a whoopee cushion." "You're not taking this seriously, are you?" "I'm taking it very seriously. I'm taking thirty-five percent of the profits, and you're getting the rest. Now, are you in or out?"