"The window is locked," Bill hissed, rattling the frame. "It’s a bathroom window, Bill. Just jimmy it," Molly whispered back. "I’m jimmying! It’s slippery. Someone washed it." "It’s called hygiene. Now hurry, the magician starts in five minutes." "The magician? Great. Now I have to out-magic a guy in a cape." "Just grab the gifts from the table." "There are too many parents. It’s a fortress of mothers." "They’re drinking chardonnay, Bill. They’re sitting ducks. Wait for the happy birthday song." "What if the kids attack? They travel in packs." "Throw a balloon animal as a decoy." "I don't have a balloon animal. I have a crowbar." "Then don't use the crowbar! We agreed, no weapons at a teddy bear picnic." "It's a tactical entry tool." "It's a felony waiting to happen. Just grab the big blue box." "What if it's clothes? I don't want to steal socks." "It’s heavy. It’s got to be electronics. Go." "I’m going. I’m going. Wait, is that ice cream?" "Bill, get your hand out of the punch bowl!"