“You’re doing it all wrong!” the Doctor complained. “Hold it at a forty-five-degree angle, twist counter-clockwise until the two ends touch, then press down.
Clara sighed, exasperated. “That’s what I’m doing! Now shut up and let me get on with it; there’s no need for you to be so persnickety!”
“Persnick... I am not!” Shaggy eyebrows drew together and the Doctor scowled.
“Yes you are, you’re the dictionary definition.” Clara twisted the lever slowly, lining up the two ends, pressed down, and… CLICK! The lock opened.
“See? Now you’re free.”
“Yes, fine, but that wasn’t forty-five degrees.”
“It still worked.”