Tuck Everlasting Play Script __full__ Official

You’re showing her a cage with no lock and calling it a key. (To Winnie.) Girl. What’s your name again?

A small clearing in the woods near Treegap. A large ash tree with a spring bubbling at its roots. Late afternoon light.

(Whispered.) You’ll forget us.

Winnifred. Winnie Foster.

I’ve watched my own boy here stay seventeen while the world grew up and left him behind. I’ve watched my wife, Mae, hum the same lullaby for eighty years because she can’t remember a new one. We ain’t blessed, Winnie Foster. We’re a photograph. Pretty to look at. But you can’t step inside. tuck everlasting play script

I think… dying is what makes the days worth waking up for.

Then drink it.

(He laughs, a bright, boyish sound.) That’s the point! You won’t get old. You’ll be eleven forever. Or seventeen, if you wait a few years. We could travel the world, Winnie! See oceans, mountains, cities that haven’t even been built yet. We’d be together. Always.

You’re showing her a cage with no lock and calling it a key. (To Winnie.) Girl. What’s your name again?

A small clearing in the woods near Treegap. A large ash tree with a spring bubbling at its roots. Late afternoon light.

(Whispered.) You’ll forget us.

Winnifred. Winnie Foster.

I’ve watched my own boy here stay seventeen while the world grew up and left him behind. I’ve watched my wife, Mae, hum the same lullaby for eighty years because she can’t remember a new one. We ain’t blessed, Winnie Foster. We’re a photograph. Pretty to look at. But you can’t step inside.

I think… dying is what makes the days worth waking up for.

Then drink it.

(He laughs, a bright, boyish sound.) That’s the point! You won’t get old. You’ll be eleven forever. Or seventeen, if you wait a few years. We could travel the world, Winnie! See oceans, mountains, cities that haven’t even been built yet. We’d be together. Always.