“You've Got To Pick A Pocket Or Two”

“Also, vaccine? Mask? Pick one! You've got to pick. You can't make me mask if I've had the vaccine.”

“I mean, I did ride the Paris subway in an attempt to get pick-pocketed in order to see how exactly they did it. My buddy was videoing the whole thing. No one picked my pocket. We got bolder and bolder as we went, but it didn’t pan out for us.”

“You've got to pick up every stitch.
Mmm… must be the season of the witch,
Must be the season of the witch.”

“You're really spread out now, you've got stuff all over the WORLD! You've got stuff at home, stuff in storage, stuff in Honolulu, stuff in Maui, stuff in your pockets… supply lines are getting longer and harder to maintain.”

“How'd you get in here?"
She raised her eyebrows. “You pick pockets.” Kat watched his hand fly to his back pocket. “I can pick locks. Looking for this?” she asked, holding up his wallet. “Oops. Maybe I can pick pockets too.”

“A man who could make so vile a pun would not scruple to pick a pocket.”

“Picking through your pocket lining, well what is this?
Scrap of sassafras, eh Sisyphus?”

“Jack's got an asshole like a clown's pocket.”

“Once I pulled a job, I was so stupid. I picked a guy's pocket on an airplane and made a run for it.”