I call it Magenta

• Dorothy:   I wish I could explain it, but I can't. I was feeling jealous and lonely... and God knows what else...
• Blanche:   Magenta.
• Dorothy:   Excuse me?
• Blanche:   Magenta. That's what I call it when I get that way. All kinds of feelings tumbling all over themselves. 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 would hardly call yourself yella'. I hate that feeling! I just hate it. and I hate the color magenta. That's why I named it that, Magenta.