Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Your mother is determined that you're ill.

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

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

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

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

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

There were killings, maimings, disappearances. Mostly children.

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

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

You work too hard.

I'm ready now. Are you?

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

PATTl: Stannie?

Motherfucking Mr. pickles Motherfucking Mr. pickles

You've forgotten your lessons.

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

I knew your father a little.

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

MR. MARSH: Bevvie.

Almost overnight.

Last chance. Get out!

Maybe a rash of runaways.

- I was in on it. - And me.

YOUNG BEN: Daddy?

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

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

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

You okay, buddy?

I was pretty sure It was asleep.

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

You made it for me?

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

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

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

- Mike Hanlon? - Yeah.

...the Egyptians, the Indians.

We'll have our own home one day.

I said there ain't nothing there.

Me with my friend

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

- You seen a fat kid here? - No.

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

I should go home naked! That is disgusting!

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

What am I gonna do?

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

Doing voices is my game. This is Stan Uris.

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

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

No offense, pal. It ain't helping.

...you float too!

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

Your hair is winter fire

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

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

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

He started collecting photos that go way back.

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

Help me. Help me.

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

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

This is battery acid, you slime!

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

Do you understand?

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

I'll explain this to you one more time.

Man, Koontz is the worst.

- What you doing? - Something for school.

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

Some kind of lights.

- Yeah? MIKE: Bill, is that you?

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.

What's your sex life?

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

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

- Bev, someone calling from Maine. - Maine?

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

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

How could I have forgotten?

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

- Goodbye. - Bye, Stan.

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

It's taking him. Bill!

We're hot tonight.

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

Are you suggesting we leave it lying there?

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

You killed my brother, George, you bastard!

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

And the itsy-bitsy spider

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

Who was it, honey?

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

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

International reservations, please.

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

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

It wakes up every 30 years and it feeds.

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

I really wanted It to kill me.

I'm gonna change clothes.

Hi-Yo, Silver! Away!