Molly: "Bill, I know you said this would be an easy job, but a kids birthday party? Really?" Bill: "Hey, don't knock it. Kids' parties have the best loot these days. All the latest toys, the fanciest wrapping paper. It's gravy." Molly: "Gravy? Is that what we're calling it now? What about the little brats? What are we supposed to tell them when they wake up to an empty gift table?" Bill: "We tell them nothing, because they won't notice a thing. Not with all the sugar they're gonna be hopped up on. Trust me on this one, Mol." Molly: "I dunno... Seems kinda low, even for us." Bill: "Aw, now you're getting sentimental on me? Since when did you turn into a bleeding heart? Come on, this is a piece of cake. Easy in, easy out. We're in, we grab the gifts, we're out. No muss, no fuss." Molly: "And what about the parents? They're drunk as skunks at these things. What if one of them catches us? You think we can just knock 'em out with a stroller?" Bill: "One, the parents are too busy trying to get hammered to pay attention. And two, we don't get caught. We're too good for that. We'll be in and out faster than you can say 'underage drinking'." Molly: "...Fine, but I'm not dressing up as a clown. I'm not." Bill: "Whoa, hold on. I never said anything about a clown costume." Molly: "Oh, so that's not part of the plan? Cuz it sure sounded like it when you said we'd be out of there 'faster than you can say 'underage drinking'."' Bill: "One, that's not a real clown phrase. And two, I was just trying to illustrate the ease of the job. Jeez, lighten up. It'll be a laugh. Minimum risk, maximum reward." Molly: "If you say so. Just don't put me in one of those stupid plastic noses, okay? My god, you'd think after 100 jobs you'd know my investment in clown makeup." Bill: "Noted and filed for future reference. Now, here's the layout of the venue..."