"I don't know, Bill. This is a bad idea. Oh wait, that's my job description, I forget sometimes." "Six years of experience, Molly. We've sniffed out more valuable loot in a kindergarten than at any actual kid's museum." "Exactly that's why I'm saying it's a bad idea. Kids are like random wild cards. What if we get shot with a Nerf gun?" "We'll wear our 'I'm a crazy cat lady' disguises. Nothing says 'bad guy' like a violin playing granny." "You really think those Tracking Pants will hold up to a high-five from a sugar-fueled five-year-old?" "It's not just any high-five, Molly. It's a high-five with a tantrum that may or may not involve hitting the adult in charge with a juice box." "If we get caught, do we just claim we're talented street performers or do we go with the ' America's Funniest Home Videos' routine?" "Either way, I'm not going to Oops-a-Daisy an elephant-ear printer with our getaway van." "Exactly why you get to be the getaway driver, it's a safety hazard waiting to happen."