From a romantic conversation with my husband under the impression of the series about the eastern labyrinth:

XX: You just don’t understand anything. I dance the oriental dance, and you, my sultan, throw me a purple t-shirt. We will have an unforgettable night.
UUU: Dear, it’s all really cool, of course, but there’s one BUT in your plan. I don’t have a violet coat.
But there is a socket.
So Dobby, you are free.