Molly: "I can't believe we're breaking into a kids' birthday party." Bill: "Hey, a job's a job. And besides, the kid's got more toys than a Toys 'R' Us on Black Friday." Molly: "Yeah, but isn't there like, some sort of unwritten code against thievery involving minors?" Bill: "Unwritten code? Are you serious? The kid's parents made the toys. That's a perfectly acceptable target right there." Molly: "Wow, you're actually trying to justify robbing a child here." Bill: "I can't help it. I'm a certified professional thief. Stealing is what I do." Molly: "Oh yeah? Well, okay. Then why don't you do this one alone? I don't feel good taking the presents from little Timmy." Bill: "Come on, Molly. It's just one kid. He's hardly gonna miss them. And just think of the rake we'll make if we relieve him of his gift haul from grandparents, friends, and who knows who else." Molly: "I still feel kinda weird about this one. Maybe if it was the BMW..." Bill: "Aww, you got a shred of humanity in you, after all? Okay, here's what we're gonna do. We'll take a look and scope it out, then come back with a plan at the end of the week." Molly: "Okay, I guess that sounds fair. I just don't wanna be the bad guy here." Bill: "Honey, it's too late. We're criminals. But we're above-average-quality criminals." Bill nodded his head firmly at Molly like he knew what he was talking about. Molly: "Yeah alright, I guess. Thanks Bill." Bill: "Hey, I got your back, my friend. If anybody sees us at all, I'll just say we were looking for…uh…for the bathroom." Molly: "Well alright, Bill. I still don't know how I feel about all this, but…let's do it. Roll 'em!" Bill laughed demonically while Molly grinned thoughtfully.