Home Alone

— Did you count heads?
— Eleven, including me. Five boys, six girls, four parents, two drivers and a partridge in a pear tree.

— He's only a kid, Harry. We can take him.
— Ah, shut up, will you?
— What is it? You're missing some teeth.
— Where? It's my gold tooth. My gold tooth. I'll kill him. I'll kill him! You bomb me with one more can, kid and I'll snap off your cojones and boil them in motor oil!

— Nice move, leaving the water running. Now we know each and every house that you've hit. We've been looking for you guys for a long time.
— Yeah. Well, remember, we're the «Wet Bandits». Wet Bandits, that's W-E-T...
— Shut up! Get in the car!

There's nobody home. The house looks secure. Tell them to count their kids again.