"A pocket watch, a scotch-mint in a wrapper from a restuarant, and... Here you go, miss Lydia; I got your keys; which one opens this door?" Lawry volunteered, trying to go through the keys to unlock the door for the woman whose hands were tragically quite full at the moment.
"You should clean your pockets out more, mister! Look at all the old candy and crumbs I found in there!
... there's also a pair of scissors for some reason."