Molly: "Okay, here's the plan. We dress up as clowns, case the joint, then make our move when they're all opening presents." Bill: * Perseverates on his Miller Lite, then belches loudly.* "What if there's like... a security guard or sumthin'?" Molly: "Then I'll distract him with my ample... assets while you grab the loot." Bill: "And if that don't work, maybe I'll just clock him over the head wif this here mallet." Molly: "Bill! Can you at least pretend to care about subtlety?" Bill: *Scratches his crotch.* "Aww can it, Molly. Prettiest thing 'bout this whole caper is you in a tight leotard." Molly *growls and glance at the clock.* "We've only got ten minutes before guests arrive. Is the van stocked?" Bill: *Mallets two Bud Lights and chugs them down.* "Yep. Um, I think." Molly: *Sighs dramatically, sounding like a leaky balloon.* "Lord give me strength. I'll get my wet-look bodysuit whilst you check the wheels. This heist better be worth it." Bill: *Gases and farts.* "Pro'lly not. But how else you gonna pay for your lawyer when you kill me?"