Ending Monologue Transcript

[tanabi5790]

Here is Roseanne's ending monologue that I found at IMDB. The last time it was posted there, an administrator deleted it, so I thought I would put it here just to be safe. If you haven't seen the final episode, I don't suggest you read it unless you are absolutely sure you want to.


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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 gay guy I know who belongs to the Elks Club.

Then there is Scott. He really is a probate lawyer I met about a year ago and introduced to Leon. I guess I didn't get too creative there.

A lot of kids have called my son a nerd, but as I told him they called Steven Spielberg a nerd too. A lot of times nerds are really artists who just listen to the beat of a different drum.

My mom came from a generation where women were suppose to be submissive about everything. I never bought into that and I wish mom hadn't either. I wish she had made different choices so I think that's 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 mother is gay. She always told me she was gay for but some reason I always pictured her with a man. She's been my rock and I would not have made it this far without her.

I guess Nancy's kind of my hero too 'cause she got out of a terrible marriage 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 outer space.

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 compatible 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 about when I wake up and the last think I think about before I go to sleep. I miss him.

Dan and I always felt that it was our responsibility as parents to improve the lives of our children by 50 percent over our own and we did.
We didn't hit our children as we were hit. We didn't demand their unquestioning silence. And we didn't teach our daughters to sacrifice more than our sons.

As a modern wife I walked a tightrope between tradition and progress and usually I failed by one outsiders standards or another. But I figured out that neither winning nor losing count for women like they do for men. We women are the ones who transform everything we touch and nothing on earth is higher than that.

My writing is really what got me through the last year after Dan died. I mean at first I felt so betrayed as if he 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 and I imagined myself going to spas and swanky New York parties just like the people on TV where nobody has any real problems and everything is solved within thirty minutes.

I tired to imagine myself as Mary Richards, Jeannie, That Girl; but I was so angry I was more like a female Steven Segal trying to fight the whole world. For a while I lost myself in food and in a depression so deep that I couldn't even get out of bed until I saw that my family needed me to pull through so that they could pull through.

One day I actually imagined being with another man. But then I felt so guilty I had to pretend it was for some altruistic reason.

And then Darlene had the baby and it almost died. I snapped out of the mourning immediately and all of my life energy turned into choosing life.

In choosing life I realized 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. I made a commitment to finish my story, even if I had to write in the basement in the middle of the night while everyone else was asleep.

But the more I wrote the more I understood myself and why I made the choices I made and that was the real jackpot

I learned that dreams don't work without action
I learned that no one can 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 a lot better now that this book is done.

[Will and Grace Fanatic]

That monolgue is so sad. espeically where she talks about Dan's death.

[Zoo Keeper]

Thanks for making me cry!!

J/K... I'm glad you posted this. I am going to save it.

[cjmg85]

Thanks for posting that.

Will and Grace fanatic: I agree, that monologue is really sad, especially when she talks about Dan. It never fails to make me cry whenever I see it.