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"Say it again," Molly said. "Slower this time, because I don't think I heard you right." "We hit the party. We take the presents. We leave." "It's a six-year-old's birthday party, Bill." "So? Six-year-olds don't need a PlayStation. What's a six-year-old gonna do, review my Yelp page?" "There's gonna be, like, forty parents there." "Forty parents watching a magician pull scarves out of his sleeve. Nobody's watching the gift table, Molly. Nobody ever watches the gift table." "You want us to dress as clowns again." "I want us to dress as the *catering staff*. Big difference. Clowns, everybody remembers a clown. Catering staff, invisible. You ever remember the guy who refilled your punch bowl?" "I remember the guy who refilled my punch bowl at Denny's wedding. He stole the cake topper." "That was me." "I know it was you, Bill." "Okay, fine, bad example, but the principle stands." "And when the birthday kid starts crying because Grandma's necklace-shaped present is gone?" "We leave the necklace. We're not monsters, Molly. We take the Legos, the drones, the two hundred dollar sneakers some auntie definitely overspent on. Rich people problems." "You've really thought this through." "I think about children's parties more than a grown man should." "That's the most honest thing you've ever said to me."