I’m sure what I’m about to say will be met with national eye-rolls, but I have an uncanny ability to sense love. And for whatever reason, when Tom Arnold hugged Roseanne at the end of his roast, it’s as if all of their hate and love united for a brief moment in history, and a nuclear bomb of emotional confusion went off. In short? Those two lunatics must have really loved each other once. Only in Hollywood would the emotional insanity be put aside for the good of the joke.