Molly: "Did you get the drill, Bill?" Bill: "Of course I got the drill. You don't think I'd forget something that crucial, do you? The success of our little venture depends on that baby right there." Molly: "It's not a baby, you moron. It's an industrial diamond-tipped rotary hammer." Bill: "Whatever. The point is, we're set. Once we bust through that wall and get to the stash room, we'll have those toys in our sack faster than you can say 'Happy Birthday, suckers!'" Molly: "You're thinking of 'Happy Birthday, Charlie Brown.' And that's not going to be our cover story, genius. We're going in disguised as clowns." Bill: "Clowns? I hate clowns! They're creepy!" Molly: "Will you shut up and put on the goddamn costume already? The party starts in an hour and I want to be out of here with our haul by dinner time. Maybe we can stop at that new sushi place downtown after. My treat." Bill: "I knew there was a reason I put up with your crap. Okay, you win - I'll be Bozo to your Krusty. But if one of those brats tries to hug me, I swear I'll-" Molly: "Yes, yes, I know. You'll do what you always do - pull out that knife and make some kind of half-cocked threat. Just focus, will ya? I need you on your A-game for this one. If we screw up, the big boss won't be happy and we both know what happens when the big boss isn't happy..." Bill: "Yeah, yeah, I don't need the gory details. Let's just do this thing and get the hell out of dodge, capiche? I'll be ready in 5." Molly: "Meet you at the van in 10. And try to keep the cackling to a minimum, will you? I've had enough of your maniacal laughter to last a lifetime. Now scram!"<|end_header_id|>