The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants Page #3

And when it happens, and we reunite...

...we will document it

on the pants themselves.

- That's good.

- That's rule number six.

Rule number seven:

Any removal of the pants

must be done by the wearer herself.

Yes, you.

Touch!

He works, you know.

So he may not have that much time

to spend with you.

So if you get lonely,

come home, okay?

I'm gonna be fine, Mom.

We will never, ever

wash these pants.

Carmen, that's so unnecessary.

Why not?

Because you can't wash the pants.

- Why? Why?

- Carmen, we have to.

What? Are you gonna wash

the magic out of the pants?

The magic's not sanitary.

No, I have a better one.

No double cuffing.

Double-cuffing the pants

at the bottom, it's tacky.

- The '80s are over.

- You know what else is tacky?

Tucking in your shirt

and wearing a belt at the same time.

- I don't 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 fat

while wearing the pants.

You can't 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 they're starting to board.

- That's 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 wouldn't mind walking.

I'm sorry that my Greek isn't so good.

Mom said that I'd pick it up in no time.

You know, with all the talking,

just with you and with Yia Yia.

Lena!

Lena!

It's the evil eye.

Lena. I think I'll die

and never see my Lena.

I think I'll never see you, my Lena.

You like your room? And your bed?

I have put the most special

sheets and lace.

And from this window,

the most beautiful view.

She's precious. Like a jewel.

We guard you like a jewel.

You need rest.

When you hear your name called

and 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, rpido!

Please, God, let me sprain

my ankle as soon as possible.

Come again?

This whole thing was my mother's idea.

She couldn't wait to get rid of me.

God, mine has been sobbing all week,

"What am I gonna do without you?"

I'm like, "Get a life, Ma," you know?

What's yours do?

Nothing.

Hey, who's that?

Don't even think about it. It's against

the rules to have flings with the coaches.

Marsden, Olivia, red.

Come on!

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