"This is our biggest score yet," Molly said, examining the ridiculous party decorations with steely eyes. "That party is bursting at the seams with cash. Bundles of cash. There could be thousands of dollars worth of toys and batteries and stuff inside those unmarked boxes." "Tell me about it," Bill scoffed, leering at the stacked plates of spaghetti and cream pies. "This place is brimming with thefts, enough to feed us for months." "You mean feasts?" "Now I know why they put so much emphasis on realizing ones." Molly's eyes reskinned at Bill as she caught the mischievous gleam. "That's right. I'd rather watch you crucify a cat and puppy than give up my life-long addiction to pudding." "Yeah, I noticed that. But for real, did you know where all these presents came from?" "I heard the second part from the lady from the pharmacy. In fact, she gave me a map; it's right here somewhere." "Ha!" Bill chuckled. "That's greedy." "I thought you were too." "Huh? No. I'm completely different." "No you. It's okay. I get it. But I am and I am myself. You are too, whether you acknowledge it or not. That's not egotism, it's a fact." "Nah, most people don't like facts. Figures of speech sound like egotism to me." "Molly, huh, huh huh, who else you think would tell you that? Two or three other people, I guess." "Anyone who loves facts. Like Bill." "Facts. Like the sun rises in the east and sets in the west?" "There's a fact. His name is Bill." "Yeah, fuckin' Bill. Know it." "At least I'm not playing some acting role." "I should be the one role-playing, but not even that is as entertaining." "That's true but–" "Oh please, a child said something worse to us that 'princess', and we didn't do what he did next." "We didn't kidnap him and give him se'imdadayan kalooth al adwaa' the lemon stash. He said 'She ate candies when she wasn't allowed to' and hah!" "Yelling at him not to say that. Like I'm hearing that for the first time, I'm sure the kid was too. So he must have said it like 10 times, so I think I'm going to–" "I'm thankful for you to help us escape but we can't be a thug! It's no good!" "Ok ok, maybe leaving fuzzy crackers for him is better, thank you."