The Golden Girls1985

Blanche:
Barbara, I picked up your first novel the other day.

Barbara Thorndyke:
Ah, yes. "So Dark the Waves On Biscayne Bay" [to Dorothy] I've grown so much as a writer since then.

Blanche:
Well, I should hope so!

Dorothy:
Blanche!

Barbara Thorndyke:
[to Dorothy] It's alright [patronisingly to Blanche] Did you have a problem with my book, dear?

Blanche:
Yes, as a matter of fact I did, all those waves! Big waves. Little waves. Dark waves, rollin' in! Page after page! I had to take a Dramamine to get through chapter three!

Barbara Thorndyke:
Blanche, the waves are a metaphor. You see, a metaphor...

Blanche:
I know what a metaphor is, dear. I'm not a dummy.

Rose Nylund:
Blanche, what's a metaphor?

Blanche:
It's when you use a phrase to mean somethin' else. Like when I say "Men are blinded by my beauty". They're not really blinded. They get their sight back in a day or two!