“pick pocketed your own pocket”
“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.”
“Christmas is a poor excuse every 25th of December to pick a man's pockets.”
“Once I pulled a job, I was so stupid. I picked a guy's pocket on an airplane and made a run for it.”
“We need a coat with two pockets. In one pocket there is dust, and in the other pocket there is gold. We need a coat with two pockets to remind us who we are.”
“Bailey, where’s your hat?”“In my pocket, sir!”“Why isn’t it on your head?”“Because I can’t get my head in my pocket, sir!”