Tuck Everlasting Play Script [top] 〈AUTHENTIC × Version〉

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 want to see the ocean. And mountains. And cities that aren’t built yet. tuck everlasting play script

Let her go, son.

(Pauses. Then, softly.) That’s exactly why you have to. I’ve watched my own boy here stay seventeen

(Softer, taking her hand.) That’s the best part. son. (Pauses. Then

(Whispered.) You’ll forget us.