Crouch: Er...frosty?
Lord Septic: Try again.
Crouch: Foggy? It's a very foggy night, sir.
Lord Septic: I'm getting more angry, Crouch.
Crouch:I'm not very good with letters, sir.
Lord Septic: 'F', Crouch. Tonight is an 'F'. Got it?
Crouch: Yes, sir. t's freezing, filthy, frosty, foggy, foul night. That's a lot of 'F's.
Lord Septic: It's FRIDAY night, Crouch. And you know what that means?
Crouch: Indeed your lordship. Of course, sir. Indeed i do. It means... tomorrow is Saturday.
