"Nothing's ever locked"
— Jack Wilder, the Master of Unlocking from Now You See Me.
"Oh, I can pick that open easy!"
— Tomi Undergallows, Neverwinter Nights
Tex: There it is, bust the lock and this teleporter will take us up top-
York: Woah, woah, you said an encrypted lock, this is a holographic lock.
Tex: Is there a difference?
York: Yeah, hence the two names.
Tex: So can you open it or not?
York: Course I can, it's just much harder, I just brought it up 'cause I wanted you to realise how kick-ass I am.
— Red vs. Blue: Out Of Mind, episode 4
"Hickory dickory dock. Cain has picked his lock."
— Cain, Raising Cain
Trinity: I need a download to hotwire a motorcycle.
Link: Not a problem, one crash course in motorcycle...
Keymaker: *gives her exactly the key she needs*
Trinity: Wait. Cancel that. *hangs up* You are handy.
Big Bad: Who are you and how did you get in here?
Frank Drebin: I'm the locksmith... and I'm the locksmith.
Frank Drebin: I'm the locksmith... and I'm the locksmith.
He was a neat, elderly man who’d invented most of the tools in his big leather bag. No matter what cunning you’d used to get into a place, or overcome a small army, or find the secret treasure room, sooner or later you sent for Mr. Brown, who’d turn up with his leather bag and his little springy things and his little bottles of strange alchemy and his neat little boots. And he’d do nothing for ten minutes but look at the lock, and then he’d select a piece of bent metal from a ring of several hundred almost identical pieces, and under an hour later he’d be walking away with a neat ten percent of the takings.
