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Sisterhood Of The Traveling Pants Script - Dialogue TranscriptVoila! Finally, the Sisterhood Of The Traveling Pants script is here for all you quotes spouting fans of the movie based on the Ann Brashares book starring Alexix Bledel, Amber Tamblyn, America Ferrara, and Blake Lively. This script is a transcript that was painstakingly transcribed using the screenplay and/or viewings of Sisterhood Of The Traveling Pants. I know, I know, I still need to get the cast names in there and Ill be eternally tweaking it, so if you have any corrections, feel free to drop me a line. You wont hurt my feelings. Honest.Swing on back to Drews Script-O-Rama afterwards for more free movie scripts! Sisterhood Of The Traveling Pants ScriptId like to think that fate had a hand in what happened that summer. That it was the pants destiny to find us. Where they came from and why they chose us. well, that will always be a mystery. But perhaps that was partof their miracle. That they sensed in that momenthow much we needed them. How much we neededsome little bit of faith to hold onto. . when it seemed like everythingwe believed in was about to slip away. But wait a minute,Im getting ahead of myself. Beautiful dress! Love it.Wed been a foursomefor as long as I could remember. - Where are we going?- Were going over there.In fact, we were a foursomebefore we were born. And seven. Anyone feel any kicking? Our mothers metat a prenatal aerobics class. They really didnt haveanything in common. . except their due dates. One, and relax. Good work. The first one out of the gate was Bridget. Ladies, lets keep it together. The rest of us followed within the week. Bridget liked to take charge. Way to go, Lena. Ill handle this. And you know what? Sometimes, that worked in our favor. Oh, my God. And thats how it always was with us: Give and take. But mostly give. Lena, I dont thinkhes coming back this time. Its gonna be okay, Carmen. Ill come over first thing tomorrow. And Tibby and Bridget too. Just stay on the phone with meuntil you fall asleep. What Were They Thinking? take seven. We were there for each other. . to understand the thingsthat no one else in the world could. What were they thinking,having another baby at their age? And what was I? Just some experimentfrom their hippie days. .and now its timeto start their real family? Go ahead. Theyre out of their minds. It sucks. - Totally.- Cut! Lena, dont you realize this is tragedy? Cant you give mea bit more enthusiasm? There were some thingswe would never make sense of. Grief is never an easy burden to bear. And we were there for those too. And as we mourn the lossof this beloved wife, mother and friend. .it only makes her choicethat much more unfathomable. What measure of despair compelsone to commit such an act? We can only take comfort in the factthat she is in a better place now. .than she found here among us. My deepest sympathies. Bridget. We were there for the thingswe couldnt face alone. - Hey.- Hey, Bee, you okay? Yeah. I will be as soon as I get outof these stupid heels. Here. Hold them for me, will you? Think Ill run home. Or the ones we didntwant to face at all. Together, it was as if we formedone single, complete person. Wild, unstoppable Bridget. Shy and beautiful Lena. Tibby, the rebel. And me, Carmen, the writer. Cant buy anything newat a vintage store. We were and had never been apart. And all that was about to change. - How about this one?- Its great. If you wanna go to Greecelooking like Laverne De Fazio. - Who?- s TV icon. Am I the only one whosnot culturally deprived? Tibby forgot to takeher happy pill this morning. Actually, Im saving them for whenIm stuck doing time at Wallmans. .while the rest of you jet offon your little adventures. Boo-hoo, Tibby.You are such a drama queen. I am going to South Carolina.That is only, like, three states away. Its abandonment, nevertheless.I hate you all. Youre the one who wantedto stay here all summer. .and angst it outmaking your documentary. Yeah, its gonna be a huge hit. Thrilling footage onhow to stack deodorant. I think Im gonna start my own genre,call it the suckumentary. Lena, look at this! Oh, my goodness. - Theyre perfect.- I cant wear a bikini. Dont you know all the beachesin Greece are nude? - What?- Shes just kidding, Lena. God, I envy you. You get to go to a placewhere theres actually guys. I thought you were looking forwardto El Campo de F鷗bol. She sure was until she found outit was girls only. - No boys allowed.- Dont talk about it. Hey, pierce alert, pierce alert. Sorry, young lady, no more holes. Take those out right nowand try these on. - Look. Here you go.- Put them on. - Go, go, go.- Okay, Carmen. Carmen. Tibby, youre a babe! Tibby, you look amazing.Turn around. Look at you! - Carmen!- You look wonderful. - It looks good.- It looked great on you. Please buy them. - You try them on, then.- But I dont wear jeans. Yeah. Or bikinis or miniskirts. .or anything else that might actuallyshow you have a shape. I do not. Tibby, those look so great on you.Why cant you just admit it? Because Im wallowing in self-pity. - Lena!- Are you serious? - You have a body!- Look at that. Lena Kaligaris has a body! - Stop it! I do not.- When did this happen? - You look good in them.- Look at you. You look good! Little Lena. Youre the one who loves jeans so much,why dont you try them? - Maybe because Im inches taller than you.- Fairs fair. - Hey, how can they be perfect on you too?- That is a little weird. I dont know, but its really startingto freak me out. Okay, Carmen, its your turn. Carmen, you try them on. - Oh, come on, honestly. Are you serious?- You have to. You think that a pair of jeans that fitsall three of you is going to fit all of this? - Put them on. Now.- Well help your thighs get into them. - Tibby! Come on, now.- Im just kidding. Will you help me get out of them? Carmen, we all tried them on.Just try them. All right. My thighs. Sassy britches. Get over these thighs. Okay, here we go. What? I told you guys.Im just gonna take them off. .and were gonna pretendlike this never happened. No, Carmen, come over hereand look at yourself. - They look amazing on you.- Look at them. Call me crazy, but itsscientifically impossible. .that a pair of pants could fit me.- And me. - And me.- And me. This is crazy. Look, Tib, something happened todaythat I cant explain and you cant explain. - Whatever, lets just ignore it.- We cant just ignore it. - Why?- Because its a sign, the pants. - Be quiet, youre gonna.- You know what, Tibby? - Sometimes youre much too much.- Be careful. - Im fine, Lena.- Oh, my God. Youre gonna fall. It makes our butts look good.Thats enough for me. - Thats right, amen.- Get up there. Go on. - There is more going here than Lycra.- But theres probably Lycra. All right, guys, are you ready for this? In the name of the Father, the Son. - Here we go.- Carmen, this isnt church. You guys! But its still a sacred place! I mean, this is whereour moms met, right? Anyway, look,were gathered here today. .to honor a giftthat has been sent to us. - So why do we have to pay for them?- Tibs. Carmen, go ahead,just finish what you have to say. Tonight, on the eve of our separation. .magic has come to usin a pair of pants. And Im proposingthat we share them equally. .and that this summerthey travel among us. .and theyll link usin hearts and spirits. .even though were far apartfrom each other. I think that tonight werethe sisters of these pantalones. - Sisters of the Pants?- Yes! We need rules.Every sisterhood has rules. Thank you. A manifesto. - Okay.- Good point. I love it. Okay, rule number one: Each sister is goingto keep the pants for.? - A week. - A week. Lena should be firstbecause Greece is the furthest away. - Okay. - Tibby, you next. - Whats your rule?- I dont have a rule. - Yes, you do.- Tibs, come on. No picking your nosewhen wearing the pants. - Honestly.- Thats not. You can casually scratchwhile really picking a little. - Thanks for the allowance.- Good rule. When sending the pants,well write a letter. . detailing the most exciting thingthat happened while wearing them. Thats good. So most exciting thingthat happens to you. And what if nothing exciting happens? - It will. It has to!- No, I really doubt it. And when it happens, and we reunite. .we will document iton the pants themselves. - Thats good.- Thats rule number six. Rule number seven: Any removal of the pantsmust be done by the wearer herself. Yes, you. Touch? He works, you know. So he may not have that much timeto spend with you. So if you get lonely,come home, okay? Im gonna be fine, Mom. We will never, everwash these pants. Carmen, thats so unnecessary.Why not? Because you cant wash the pants. - Why? Why?- Carmen, we have to. What? Are you gonna washthe magic out of the pants? The magics not sanitary. No, I have a better one.No double cuffing. Double-cuffing the pantsat the bottom, its tacky. - The s are over. - You know what else is tacky? Tucking in your shirtand wearing a belt at the same time. - I dont do that anymore.- Good one. I did that one time. - Forbidden to cuff or tuck.- Okay, okay. - No cuffing or tucking. - My turn, my turn. - Okay.- Yes, Bee? You can never say you look fatwhile wearing the pants. You cant even think it! All passengers,this is the final boarding call. Take care,and be sure to write, huh? You too. Bye. You better get going.Looks like theyre starting to board. - Thats nine.- So we need one more. - We need a final rule.- Final rule. Okay, pants equal love. Love your sisters and love yourself. To the pants. And the sisterhood. And this summer. .and the rest of our lives. Together and apart. You know, Papou,I really wouldnt mind walking. Im sorry that my Greek isnt so good. Mom said that Id pick it up in no time. You know, with all the talking,just with you and with Yia Yia. Lena! Lena! Its the evil eye. Lena. I think Ill dieand never see my Lena. I think Ill never see you, my Lena. You like your room? And your bed? I have put the most specialsheets and lace. And from this window,the most beautiful view. Shes precious. Like a jewel. We guard you like a jewel. You need rest. When you hear your name calledand the color of your team. .run over and join your coach. - All right.- Alma, Megan, green. Anderson, Alice, green. Adissa, Jessica, red. Bo, Natalie, red. Come on, come on, r醦ido! Please, God, let me sprainmy ankle as soon as possible. Come again? This whole thing was my mothers idea.She couldnt wait to get rid of me. God, mine has been sob