"I'm telling you, Molly, this is the score of a lifetime. I mean, who needs Fort Knox when you've got a room full of sugared-up kids and their presents?" "Bill, are you insane? This is a children's party, not a high-stakes heist. What's the plan, exactly? Sneak in disguised as a clown and make off with the loot?" "Hey, I've got the perfect clown costume. I've been practicing my squirt-in-the-ear trick for weeks. But no, seriously, we create a diversion, grab the gifts, and make a quick exit. It's a cakewalk." "A cakewalk? Bill, we're talking about a room full of kids on a sugar high. It's going to be a war zone. What if we get caught?" "What's the worst that could happen? We get booed out of the party and have to return all the presents? I mean, come on, Molly. It's worth the risk for the haul we'll get." "Haul? You mean a bunch of Pokémon toys and Barbie dolls?" "Hey, don't knock it. Those things are worth a pretty penny on the black market. Plus, think of the satisfaction we'll get from ruining a bunch of kids' birthday parties." "Oh, I can already feel the moral fiber of my being disintegrating."