Last Episode (for those who haven't seen)

[Japs]

Here is the final script, very good ending to a show.

Everyone wonders where creative people get their inspiration. Actually, I find 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 Elk’s Club. Then there’s Scott. He really is a probate lawyer I met about a year ago and introduced to Leon. 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 supposed 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, but for 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, because 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 was 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 – 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 thing 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% 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 outsider’s 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. 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 tried to imagine myself as Mary Richards, Jeannie, That Girl. But I was so angry I was more like a female Steven Seagal wanting 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. Then I felt so guilty I had to pretend it was for some altruistic reason. Then Darlene had the baby, and it almost died. I snapped out of the mourning immediately, and all 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.

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 had made the choices I made. That was the real jackpot. 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.

But most important, I learned that God does exist. He and/or She is right inside you, underneath the pain, sorrow and the shame. I think I’ll be a lot better now that this book is done.


Roseanne's view on the last episode can be found on her BLOG on roseanneworld.com and she explains about the reasons why she did it which is a little sad but if you have read the above post you will be sad anway. BTW the passage was took from her forum on the site.

[MikeLutton]

her sister being gay is confusing does that mean jackie is gay or crystal or roesanne.s arnolds real life sister that part is confusing

[Buffyboy323]

Originally Posted by MikeL

her sister being gay is confusing does that mean jackie is gay or crystal or roesanne.s arnolds real life sister that part is confusing

Jackie is gay. Roseanne's real life brother and sister were also gay. She decided to make Jackie gay to mirror her own real-life sister.

[MikeLutton]

wow that is a sad sad life omg well thanks for quick reply and clearing that up thanks

[Buffyboy323]

Originally Posted by MikeL

wow that is a sad sad life omg well thanks for quick reply and clearing that up thanks

Of course.