Tommy: Why did I have to come here? I was perfectly happy sitting in my room, fantasizing that August doesn't hate my guts.
Dick: Because you're the information officer. I'm sure you can defeat a simple door lock.
[Tommy punches his hand through the glass and opens the door]
Dick: What are you doing?! This is illegal. Now we're breaking and entering.
Tommy: What did you expect me to do? Beam you in?