Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Let's get It. YOUNG EDDIE: It's dead!

I should go home naked! You're so disgusting!

We'll have our own home one day.

I wish you could come too. She's your boat, really.

It either came to help us or we created it. But maybe...

Almost as if it never happened. I have to go.

And in order to feed it has to take on some kind of physical form.

Man, Koontz is the worst.

I really wanted It to kill me.

YOUNG RICHIE: Wake up, hot stuff. That ain't Daddy.

- I was in on it. - And me.

What am I gonna do?

Me with my friend

You've forgotten your lessons.

eat fucking shit ugly ass clown die motherfucker die eat a dick nigga bitch

- You seen a fat kid here? - No.

Do you understand?

I'm ready now. Are you?

And the itsy-bitsy spider

It wakes up every 30 years and it feeds.

- Goodbye. - Bye, Stan.

Nothing like a good pull on the old lung-sucker, huh?

You'll die if you try. You'll die if you try...

And you saved Stan's life. You remember that part?

- Eddie, what's going on? - Nothing!

MR. MARSH: Bevvie.

- Yeah, now I do. - Speaking of Stan. Stan?

- Yeah? MIKE: Bill, is that you?

Go b-bug somebody else, I don't feel so hot.

Help me. Help me.

YOUNG BEN: Daddy?

Are you suggesting we leave it lying there?

- Get out of Derry while you still can. - Mr. Keene, please.

Your hair is winter fire

He started collecting photos that go way back.

Give Mike a chance to fill us in before we scatter. Is that too much to ask?

What's your sex life?

- It's probably the early or mid 1700s. - Hold it.

- Mike Hanlon? - Yeah.

Doing voices is my game. This is Stan Uris.

I'm coming upstairs to scrub your back...

I was thinking, if you didn't have anything better to do...

I want to be a rock 'n' roll singer or an impressionist.

You work too hard.

It's taking him. Bill!

I'll explain this to you one more time.

Last chance. Get out!

- Not even 12 and already with some boy! - Let me alone!

If you want Bill as a friend, don't talk about George.

LARRY: I can 't even ski in my own living room.

- Bev, someone calling from Maine. - Maine?

RICHIE: - So I say, Go ahead, make my day!

No offense, pal. It ain't helping.

- How do you know it'll work? - Why wouldn't it?

I should go home naked! That is disgusting!

We live in dangerous times, boys and girls. I want you to be careful.

You made it for me?

International reservations, please.

Who was it, honey?

YOUNG EDDIE: Okay, see you later. YOUNG STAN: Bye, Eddie.

Go downstairs and get a mop from Mr. Marsh and clean this up!

- Pam, I said no calls until... - I'll take it.

I'll get it. Richie, do you have a key?

The idea of a vacation didn't even occur...

Just shut up! The day I make a great deal for you...

There were killings, maimings, disappearances. Mostly children.

- Maybe that means he's afraid. - It.

Kiss me Chuck E. Cheese’s Chuck E. Cheese’s ran away

I knew your father a little.

Some kind of lights.

I'm Eddie Kaspbrak. Sonia Kaspbrak's son?

Almost overnight.

I was pretty sure It was asleep.

How could I have forgotten?

I said there ain't nothing there.

PATTl: Stannie?

Me picking up the phone Me getting a call from my teacher to talk to my parents

I have to tell you guys something before we go in there.

But I do know that I appreciate what you've done for everyone.

I just saw something. And I have no idea if it was real...

This is battery acid, you slime!

The nightmare is over. Police involvement was cursory...

- No, I understand. - It's hard to call you.

...you float too!

We're hot tonight.

You okay, buddy?

Swear to me that if It isn't dead...

Your mother is determined that you're ill.

- What you doing? - Something for school.

You killed my brother, George, you bastard!

- Promise me! - You're crazy. This is crazy!

Richie, please, for the last time, don't call me that.

- The barrens? - Where the kids used to play.

I'm gonna change clothes.

...the Egyptians, the Indians.

What? A 7-year-old goes to Acapulco for a wild weekend?

Bev, get up front, where you can get a clear shot.

Like Velma Daniels, she was in my class. Who's next?

Something like that. Just saying hi to some old ghosts, you know.

Come here, son. You'll like it down there.

Maybe a rash of runaways.

Motherfucking Mr. pickles Motherfucking Mr. pickles

Hi-Yo, Silver! Away!