"Bill, remind me why we're targeting a six-year-old's birthday party?" "Easy pickings, Molly. Kids get expensive tablets, gaming systems, designer clothes." "We're literally stealing candy from babies." "Technically, we're stealing presents from children. The candy's just a bonus." "You realize how pathetic this sounds? We used to rob banks." "And look how that worked out. Three years in minimum security taught me to think smaller." "Smaller doesn't mean ridiculous. What's our escape plan? Shimmy down the bouncy castle?" "Simple. We dress as clowns, blend in during the entertainment portion, grab the gift table haul, exit through the back gate." "Clowns? Bill, I have coulrophobia." "You're afraid of clowns but not armed security guards?" "Guards don't have those terrifying painted smiles." "Fine, we'll be pirates. Kids love pirates." "Now you're talking. But if some bratty kid asks me to walk the plank, I'm out." "Deal. Just remember, we're after the big-ticket items. Leave the homemade friendship bracelets." "There goes my retirement fund." "Focus, Molly. This birthday boy's parents are loaded." "Alright, let's rob some children."