June 19th, 2009


Feature: Mixed metaphors

Vecchio: What else does the diary say?
Fraser: Um. "Cries of ecstasy burst from me as the fire had branded the depths of my soul with a love that could never be quenched. I gifted him with a treasure of gold and time; he gifted me with his love.
Vecchio: I'm no English major, but that stuff is so purple I'm getting diabetes.
Fraser: You just mixed a metaphor, Ray.
Vecchio: Yeah, well I said I was no English major.

(Due South, "Some Like It Red")

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