Jeanne Cooper: Fran

Let No Man Write My Epitaph

Fran

Judge Bruce Mallory Sullivan: I was just thinking of the beauty and charm of life here on West Madison.
Wart: Yeah, you'll get used to it Judge, when you've been here as long as we have.
Judge Bruce Mallory Sullivan: Some place to bring up a boy. Deadbeats hanging round every corner. Hopheads, begging, borrowing, stealing to buy a few cc's of delirium.
Fran: Come on, Judge, don't do that.
Judge Bruce Mallory Sullivan: Nick won't have a chance. By the time he's twelve he'll have the soul of toadstool. Somebody has to tell her. Nellie needs help, if Nick's gonna make it.
Fran: Well, I will, I'll help.
Judge Bruce Mallory Sullivan: Why don't you all? I, I mean, why don't we...
Flora: What have we got to give a boy? Just our own miseries.
Judge Bruce Mallory Sullivan: Who knows more about miseries, Flora? Who knows more about life than you or Wart or me?
Wart: Yeah but what kind of a life?
Judge Bruce Mallory Sullivan: The kind of life we don't want Nick to have.
Goodbye George: Judge, you mean you want us all to, er, kind of adopt Nick?
Max: You know, he's right.
Wart: Maybe you got something.
Nellie Romano: Hey, are you all serious?
Judge Bruce Mallory Sullivan: Who else is there to help you, Nellie?
Wart: Are you for it, Nellie?
Nellie Romano: Yes, I am for it.
Judge Bruce Mallory Sullivan: A toast! A toast to the future of Nick Romano!

Fran: I always meant to ask you Judge, how come you, you know, you wound up here?
Judge Bruce Mallory Sullivan: Oh, I think perhaps a road I choose went downhill more rapidly than I realized.
Fran: My dear and saintly mother told me I'd end up here. She used to say, "Comb your hair, you look like a slut!" She was right.

Flora: [singing in a bar] So drink up all you people, Order anything you see, Have fun you happy people, The laugh's and the joke's on me...
Judge Bruce Mallory Sullivan: [sitting at a table with Fran] Flora sounds like the whole world's weeping.
Fran: Yeah. She's had a fix.