i watche dit last night, and im watching it tonight also...

anyways, i dont exactly get the whole gist of what roseanne was saying. is there a text file that has all of what she said, then that quote thing at the end, i dont wanna forget it

so she was saying the whole thing was fake, they didnt really iwn the lottery, etc, right?

when do you think the whole thing became fake? when dan had his heartattack, when the familt gave roseanne a writing room, or was it the whole series? i believe it started at the heart attack thing, but im kind of leaning toward the writing room part...

The line that she says at the end if i am correct is this:

"I learned that dreams don't work without action. I learned that no one could stop me but me. I learned that love is stronger than hate. Most important I learned that god is real he and/or she is right inside you underneath the pain, the sorrow and the shame."

I don't want to be wrong about all of your questions but here is what i know:


Bev is not gay
David is with Becky
Darlene is with Mark
Jackie is a lesbian
They didn't win the lottery
and Dan didn't survive from his heart attack..

And in the writing room, Roseanne says that she has been writing to help her get through her pain with losing Dan.
And i'm not sure when it all started being fake.
I hope this helps.

so she was saying the whole thing was fake


After the 2 season everything was fake... Here's what someone from another board said about the ending that pretty much sums up the way I felt when it first aired


the story really started when the kids gave Roseanne the paper and pencils for her birthday in that one old, old episode. Do you recall? The one where she wanted to be a writer and Dan turned the basement into an office? Thats when the story really took off into Roseanne's fantasy. So... if the show were to be real, Becky is with David, Darlene with Mark. However, Roseanne in her writing decided to "fix things" as the way she saw fit. She had fun manipulating everything in her writing. We as the audience were taken for a ride, watching the show thinking everything is the way it is suppose to be when instead, we were witnessing her mind's creativity at work. In other words, we all got played. And in the end, Roseanne had the last laugh and showed us what really happened. Get it?

This is the way I think of it....THE WHOLE SHOW IS REAL....they just needed a WOW ending...the whole Dan dieing thing...ticks me off..

i taped it and im watching it right now, and this is what roseanne says (pretty much):

Everyone wonders where creative people get their inspiration. Actually, I've found it's all around you. Take Leon for instance, Leon is not really as cool as I made him. He's the only guy I know who belongs to the elks club. And then there's Scott. He really is a probate lawyer I met about a year ago and I introduced him to Leon. I guess I didn't get real creative there. Alot of kids have called my son a nerd. But as I told him alot of kids called Stephen Speilberg a nerd too. Alot of times, nerds are really an artist who listen to the beat of a different drum. My mom came from a generation where women were supposed to be submissive about everything. I never bought into that, and I wish mom hadn't either. I wish she had different choices. So I think thats why I made her gay. I wanted her to have some sense of herself as a woman. Oh yeah... and she's nuts. My sister in real life unlike my mom, is gay. She always told me she was gay, but for some reason, I could always see her with a man. She's been my rock, and I would not have made it this far without her. I guess Nancy's kinda my hero too. Cause she got out of a terrible marraige, and found a great spiritual strength. I don't know what happened to that husband of hers, but in my book, I sent him into outerspace. When Becky brought David home a few years ago, I thought "this is wrong! he is much more Darlene's type." When Darlene met Mark, I thought he went better with Becky. I guess I was wrong. But I still think they'd be more compatable the other way around. So, in my writing, I did what any good mother would do... I fixed it. I lost Dan last year when he had his heart attack. He's still the first thing I think of when I wake up, and the last thing I think of before i go to sleep. I miss him. (Dan: Roseanne? Rosie? Roseanne?) (Now in basement) Dan and I always felt that it was our responsibility as parents to improove our kids lives 50% over our own. And we did. We didn't hit our children as we here hit. We didn't demand their unquestioning silence, and we didn't teach our daughters to sacrafice more than our sons. As a modern wife, I walked a tightrope between tradition and progress. And usually, I failed. By one outsider's standards or anothers. But I found out that neither winning or losing count for women as it did for men. We women are the ones who transform everything we touch. And nothing on Earth is higher than that. My writing's really what got me through the year after Dan died. At first, I felt betrayed, like he had left me for another woman. When you're a blue-collar woman and your husband dies, it takes away your whole sense of security. So, I began writing about having all the money in the world. I imagined myself going to spas and swanky New York parties like on TV where there are no real problems, and everything is solved in 30 minutes. I tried to imagine myself as Mary Richards, Jeanie, That Girl, but I was so angry, I was more like a female Steven Segal, wanting to fight the whole world. For awhile, I lost myslef in food and got into a depression so bad, I couldn't even get out of bed. Until I saw that my family needed me to pull through so they could pull through. One day, I actually imagined being with anothe man. Then I felt so guilty that I had to pretend it was for some altruistic reason. And then Darlene had the baby, and it nearly died. I snapped out my mourning immediatly, and all of my life energy turned into choosing life. In choosing life, I realizeed that my dreams of being a writer wouldn't just come true, I had to do the work. And as I wrote about my life, I relived it, and whatever I didn't like, I rearranged it. I made a commitment to finish my story even if I had to write in the basement at midnight while everyone else was sleeping. But the more I worte, the more I understood myself, and why I made the choices I made, and that was the real jackpot. I learned that dreams dont come true without action, I learned that nobody could stop me but me. I learned that love is stronger than hate. And most important, I learned that God does exist. And he and/or she is right inside you. Underneath the pain, the sorrow and the shame. I think I'll be alot better now that this book is done (DJ: happy birthday, mom... here pencils. DARLENE: yea and I got you some notepads. BECKY: yea, and I got you a dictionary and thesaurus. DAN: Ya know, Steven King started this way) (Theme plays with no music, sung by a woman) (Roseanne walks through kitchen. All old furninture is presnet. She sits on the couch and turns on the TV) (Quote on screen:

"Those who dream by night, in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that all was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, and make it possible."

T.E. Lawrence
[(Lawrence of Arabia)