"I've got a plan to steal a whole room full of toys." "The sillier, the better. Kids don't appreciate high-priced toys anymore. They'll be like 'Oh, is it for resale? I don't think so.'" "Oh, kiddo, we can do better than that. Tell me, what do you think you'd rather have between a brand new bicycle or the snotsquirrel's tears of joy?" "Yes. We're stealing all of both. That's my plan. I've been diving up and down the shark tank, and this snotsquirrel is a damn cheap bastard." "Damn cheap bastard!" "Our dive costs less than the muddy turtle's. And I've caught myself reminiscing about how I'd juggle two gewitty snake clinks to send the shark dust flying." "Ha-ha. Oh, kiddo, you're a man after my own heart. I'd marinate the snotsquirrel with guitar-snarling wolverines before I let them get their slimy bandits on my sparklers." "How do you plan to collect those two sparklers without them getting hammered by a hungry shark?" "I'm figuring out how to be happy with what life gives me before I die." "Molly, come on. You know it's only because I love you." "Oh, get off it."