Rosanne, Rosanna- Danna

I wonder if Rosanna-Danna’s commentary on SNL’s news might have been mocking some local (NYC) editorial commentator? Either way, God bless Gilda Radner…we remember her well! - Jinx

Well, back in the 1970s, the anchorwoman for WABC-TV evening news in New York was a woman named Rosanne Scamardella. She was NOTHING like Gilda Radner’s character in voice, appearance or personality, but I suspect she inspired the name.

. . . But sometimes she made me sick, y’know? Like one time, I was sittin’ there, watching Saturday Night Live, just cute as a button, with my Seventies hair and my Jordache jeans and my platform shoes? An’ she—Roseanne Rosannadanna—started talkin’ about how tryin’ t’ swallow an oyster was like chewin’ a phlegmball? An’ I started laughin’ so hard I actually inhaled my own hair. Ah thought Ah was gonna die!

There I was, with my long wavy Farrah hair stickin’ down my throat, and I’m breathin’ Wella Balsam shampoo and tryin’ to yank my hair outta my mouth! An’ ya know how when somethin’s sticking down your throat ya have to barf? Well, I started pukin’ my own hair! There I am, lyin’ on my bedroom floor, in my cute little Jordache jeans, pukin’ my own hair!

I’m probably in the minority, but I never got what was so funny about that character.


Well, nineiron, it just goes t’ show ya. It’s always somethin’. Either ya don’t think Roseanne Rosannadanna is funny, or ya puke your own hair. It’s like Roseanne’s showgirl cousin, Lola Falana Rosannadanna, used to tell her: If it’s not one thing, it’s another.

Paraphrasing (in reference to the little sweatball hanging from the doctor’s nose! She’d move her head, it wouldn’t fall off. She’d wipe her forehead, it wouldn’t fall off):

“We gather together to ask the Lord’s blessing,
Please take care of us, the Rosannadannas all.
Be kind to each other
Take care of your mother
And please don’t let me sweat like Dr. Joyce Brothers.”

Good night my little Rosanne Rosannadanna!

God! She was a riot!

Kalhoun, whaddaya tryin’ to do, make me sick?

I miss Roseanne Rosannadanna. Fortunately, we still get to see her cousin, Carlos Santana Rosannadanna!

Eve, speakin’ of SICK! Did you ever pick one of those little eye snots out of your eye, and you roll it between your fingers, and roll it around and roll it around, and pretty soon, IT DISAPPEARS! Where do you suppose all that gunk went?!

You know what’s really disgusting? When you get a little itty bitty teeny weeny tiny spot of spaghetti sauce right on the corner of your mouth? And you know what? If they don’t wipe that spaghetti sauce off right away, it gets all hard and dry and crusty – you know, like a blotch?! And when they open their mouths, the blotch separates and then they close their mouths, the blotch goes back together again, then it opens, comes back, then it starts to flake off a little bit, and now a little bit more flakin’ off and everything and then it’s gone.