"You really think this is a good idea, Bill? Stealing from kids?" "Listen, Molly, you saw the guest list. Twenty-five snot-nosed brats from Oakwood Heights. These ain't regular kids – these are trust fund babies." "Still feels wrong." "Wrong? You helped me rob a nunnery last month!" "Those nuns were running a counterfeit handbag operation and you know it." "Look, one quick in-and-out while they're all singing happy birthday. The presents are always in the garage." "What if there's a clown?" "What?" "I hate clowns, Bill. Remember the circus job?" "That was different. You weren't supposed to punch the ringmaster." "He looked suspicious." "He was supposed to look suspicious – he was doing a villain act!" "Fine. But if I see one red nose or oversized shoe, I'm out." "Deal. Besides, rich kids these days just get gift cards and cash. Easy to carry, easy to fence." "What time's the party?" "Three o'clock. Right after nap time." "Perfect. But I'm not eating any cake." "Wouldn't dream of it. Last thing we need is a sugar crash during getaway."