Magenta, that’s what I call it when I get that way. All kinds of feelings tumbling all over themselves. Well you know you’re not quite blue ’cause you’re not really sad, and although you’re a little bit jealous you wouldn’t say you’re green with envy, and every now and then you realize you’re kinda scared but you’d hardly call yourself yellow. I hate that feeling, I just hate it.
Blanche Deveraux, The Golden Girls