"I'm telling you, Bill, this is a goldmine. A kid's birthday party, a bunch of sugar-high eight-year-olds, and a room full of presents. It's like a one-stop shop for our collection." "Come on, Molly, you're not going to start with the whole 'it's not just about the presents' speech, are you?" "No, of course not. It's just...well, have you seen the time and effort these parents put into planning these things? The tables are groaning under the weight of sugar cookies and juice boxes. We're basically just getting paid to exist." "Sounds like a dream come true. And what's the payout this time? Five hundred bucks?" "Double that, easy. Plus all the candy we can carry. I'm thinking we're looking at a small fortune." "Okay, fine. But we have to be careful. I don't want to end up with a bunch of sticky fingers and a court case about traumatizing kidlets." "Oh, don't worry about the kidlets. They'll be too busy crying and screaming to remember a thing. We'll be long gone by the time it's over. Besides, it's not like we're going to hurt them. We're thieves, not monsters." "Hey, watch it. I'm a method actor. I can pull this off." "Methinks the thief may have a future in the theatre."