"Are you sure this is worth it, Bill?" "Come on, Molly, we're not just talking any presents here. We're talking designer Barbie dolls, top-of-the-line Legos, and Xboxes. This is the motherlode of birthday booty." "But it's a kids' party. I don't know if I can stomach the sugar-fueled screaming and juice box-fueled tantrums." "It's all worth it for the pay-off. Besides, we've stolen from worse places. Remember that time we hit the estate sale of the hoarder with cat lady syndrome?" "Oh, God, don't remind me. I still have PTSD from all those hairballs." "Hey, at least this time we'll be taking toys, not literally taking lives with every step we take." "I guess that's true." "Plus, I've got a plan. We go in as the party entertainers. I'll be Bubbles the Clown, and you can be my trusty sidekick, Sparkles." "Sparkles? You know I hate glitter." "That's why it's perfect. You're so hot when you're grumpy. And think of the disguise potential." "I suppose you're right. But if I get one smudge of face paint on my good leather pants, I'm blaming you."