"The Maltese Falcon. The Ark of the Covenant. The One Ring to Rule Them All. Writers imagined these cultural icons, heroes sought them, facing great peril -- but at the end of the day some Property Master had to build the damn things. Movies are filled with stuff that just doesn’t exist. James Bond gadgets, dwarfish table settings. S.H.E.I.L.D. stationery. Gauntlets powerful enough to hold the Infinity Stones, helicopters that fit into suitcases. But it takes a Property Master to see words in a script and make them into something you can see and hold. Something that looks real, but like nothing you’ve ever dreamed of. Something you’re going to need twenty identical copies of, because they’re going to be sunk on the Titanic for forty-seven takes, or get blown up or thrown off a cliff, or get dropped by some movie star on the first take. Oh, and Excalibur had better be fairly light, cause the guy playing King Arthur doesn’t like to work up a sweat. Props are what make movies look as real as everyday life -- but a million times more amazing. Everything you see in a movie that isn’t talking or driving or part of the set -- is a prop. Every gun, every bullet, every plate of food, every Mjölnir, hammer of Thor, or son of Odin. Somebody had to design it, and build it, or buy it, or dig it up in some warehouse in Burbank. “Doc” Brown didn’t make the Flux Capacitor; John Zemansky did. Buckaroo Banzai didn’t construct the Oscillation Over-thruster; that was Erik Nelson. Taking words off a page and transforming them into Wilson the co-star of Castaway, or Inigo Montoya’s sword, or the Millennium Falcon -- that’s a Property Master’s job. That’s a Property Master’s craft. Thank you, Property Masters of the world. All we writers had to do was write: “Vince Vega opens the briefcase -- it glows mysteriously.” You’re the ones who had to figure that shit out. "
— Robert Ben Garant, Writer