"I can't believe we're doing this, Bill." "Look, Molly, these rich kids get mountains of presents. They won't miss a few." "But it's a birthday party. There'll be parents everywhere." "That's the genius part. We go in dressed as clowns." "Clowns? Are you insane?" "Think about it. Nobody questions clowns at a kid's party." "I hate clowns." "Well, today you're gonna be one. I already got the costumes." "Please tell me the nose doesn't squeak." "Of course it squeaks. What kind of amateur clown would you be without a squeaky nose?" "I'm going to kill you, Bill." "Save the threats for after we get the goods. Did you see the gift list? Three PlayStations, a dozen iPads..." "How'd you even get the gift list?" "I may have hacked the party planner's email." "Of course you did." "Hey, you gotta admit, it's better than that casino job we planned." "The one where you wanted us to dress as Elvis impersonators?" "That would've worked too." "I need new partners." "You love me. Now put on your wig."