Molly: "Bill, I've got the layout. The little shits are gonna have a blast, we're gonna have a feast." Bill: "Feast? Molly, these aren't presents, they're gifts. We're not stealing food, we're stealing joy." Molly: "Joy doesn't come in a box, Bill. Joy comes with a 'Happy Birthday' sticker on it. We'll give it back to them, they won't even know we were here." Bill: "And what if they know? What if they see us?" Molly: "They won't see us. We're ghosts, remember? Literally. We'll be in and out before they can say 'Happy 10th Birthday'." Bill: "Molly, we're thieves, not Santa. We don't do ghosts." Molly: "You're right. But we can do... 'Clowns'." Bill: "What? Molly, we can't just walk in wearing clown clothes!" Molly: "Watch me." She pulled out a bag and started to change. "And you? You look like a kid's dream." Bill: "I don't want to be a kid's nightmare." Molly: "Well, that's our job, Bill. Now, let's go. It's time for the big getaway."