Yes. Actually, I am saying that. My daughter is no thief.

I loved him as a brother, but I killed him as a traitor.

You don't know, do you? He's got a keen sense of irony, our jailer. But I see the logic. Takes a thief to catch one.

Look, if we're going to be thieves, why not steal the good stuff in the kitchen, where nothing is poisoned?

I'm just doing what I know. I'm doing what you taught me. I never taught you to be a thief.

First of all, we are not thieves. Secondly, stay out of the kitchen and away from the humans. It's dangerous.

Ariq was my brother, but he was a traitor. Now, he is dead.

You like it now. Just wait. It's wicked fast and damn near impossible to see.

Excuse me, Officer Hernandez? Any leads on the person who stole my belongings? Not yet. Well, perhaps I can help.

You're the milk thief! Leonard said I was crazy, but I knew that carton felt lighter.

People of Sheldonopolis, this is your mayor. Follow me. If the children can't run, leave them behind. Oh, the simulated horror!

Noble? We're thieves, Dad. And what we're stealing is, let's face it, garbage. It isn't stealing if no one wants it. If no one wants it, why are we stealing it?