'Oh, my word. How can this possibly not be Brighton?' 'It's not raining, old chap.' 'Not raining, what, what?' 'It always rains in Brighton.' 'Why's it called Brighton for?' 'Not for the weather, dear boy.' 'Of all the confounded nonsense, will you two stop talking about the weather?' 'Well, we are in England, do what the English do, and all that.' 'In case you haven't noticed, sir, it's not raining!' 'Indeed, dear chap, indeed, a most intriguing problem....'