"I can't believe we're really doing this," Bill said, shaking his head. "Robbing a bunch of kids at their own birthday party." "Aww, did poor widdle Billy lose his nerve?" Molly teased in a baby voice. "Because I think these presents are going to be stuffed full of cash and goodies. Gonna be bigger than all our other jobs combined." "Well, I guess we've pulled crazy schemes before. Like that time we tried to steal the Declaration of Independence. That didn't end great." "That was your plan, dumbass! I told you going up against Ben Gates was a terrible idea. But this? This is my idea. And my ideas are genius!" "Yeah, but remember your last 'genius' idea? Stealing a shipment of fancy pet food? I spent a week cleaning diarrhea out of my truck." "Hey, they can't all be winners! Besides, maybe I was ahead of the curve on the whole 'spoil your dog rotten' trend. The point is, I ALWAYS get the big score. And stealing loot from a bunch of sugared-up midgets is going to be comically easy." "As long as we don't end up in jail, you can call it whatever you want. I'm just here for my cut." "Aw, you're no fun! Now stop being a baby and start tying up those teddy bear grappling hooks. It's time to go Robin Hood these brats, with us as the merry ass bandits!" "Whatever you say, boss. But when the cops catch us, I'm blaming all of this on you."