Bill:
Kill It, Bev!

It:
Kill!

It:
Me? I am immortal, child. I am the eater of worlds, and of children. And you are next.

It:
I'm every nightmare you've ever had. I'm your worst dream come true. I'm everything you ever were afraid of.

Mike:
There's something terribly wrong here in Derry, and you know it!

Bill:
He thrusts his fists against the post, and still insists he sees the ghost.

Bill Denbrough:
He thr-thr-thr-thr-thrusts his fi-sssts ag-ggggainst the posss-tsssss and...

Ben Hanscom:
He thrusts his fists against the posts and still he insists he sees the ghosts. Thats all it says over and over.

Bill Denbrough:
Th-th-thatsssss wwwwhat mmmmmy mmmmmom gggave ttto hheelp with my ststststtutter.

Richie:
I hate to tell you buddy, it ain't working.

Richie:
What are you saying, Eddie? You're still a virgin?

Eddie:
Yeah.

Richie:
Well I can't help you there, pal.

Pennywise:
Want a balloon?

Pennywise:
BEEP BEEP Richie! They ALL float down here. When your down here with us, you'll float too!

Richie Tozier:
I just flew in from L.A., and boy is my tail-section tired... We're hot tonight, it's great to be back here in Derry, breathing in that old Derry Air. Eddie, get all of their names, I want to put them on my Christmas mailer, no, Denbrough there, let's put him on my Norman Mailer. (He puts Eddie in a head-lock). I love this guy, he's like the brother I never had. (Turns Eddie face-up). Wait a minute! He IS the brother I never had!

Mike:
Beep beep Richie. Hello, Stan? Is this the Uris residence? I'm trying to get hold of Stan Uris... Oh... thank you. Thank you very much. (Hangs up telephone). Stan is dead. He cut his wrists in the bathtub right after I phoned him.

Pennywise:
Take your pick, B-b-b-Billy boy. Oh, except for the one on the end, that's already taken. Sorry.

Bill Denbrough:
I remember you, and I remember we beat you. I'm not afraid of you.

Bill Denbrough:
Audra, my brother who died...

Audra Denbrough:
Yes, George.

Bill Denbrough:
He didn't just die. He was muh-murdered.

Audra Denbrough:
Why didn't you ever...

Bill Denbrough:
Tell you? Because I forgot. Almost like it never happened. I know that this doesn't make any sense, but I have to go.

Audra Denbrough:
But why?

Bill Denbrough:
Because we made a pruh-promise.

Audra Denbrough:
Why are you stuttering like that?

Bill Denbrough:
I don't know. I used to stutter all the time when I was a kid.

Eddie Kaspbrak:
I believe in Santa Claus. I believe in the Tooth Fairy. I do not believe in you.

Young Bill:
Swear to me. Swear to me that if it isn't dead, we'll all come back.

Young Bev:
I swear.

Young Ben:
Swear.

Young Mike:
I swear it.

Young Richie:
I swear.

Young Eddie:
I swear, too.

Young Stan:
Swear.

Mike:
...If you want to see Henry Bowers, you'll find him up at Juniper Hills.

Bev Marsh:
Ever since the trial where he confessed to all the murders of all the children.

Ben Hanscom:
He was down there with us, down there in the sewer.

Richie Tozier:
That creep was going to kill Stan.

Eddie Kaspbrak:
He was going to kill us all.

Bill Denbrough:
I remember when they pulled him out, his hair had turned white...

Ben Hanscom:
He was babbling about a bright light...

Bev Marsh:
...and a clown.

Mike:
And no one believed him.

Bill Denbrough:
Except when he said that he murdered all the kids.

Young Richie:
One out of ten. You're worse than I am, kiddo. At this rate, we might as well let that damn clown take us one by one.

Young Bill:
Beep beep Richie. Who's left? Ben? Bev?

Young Richie:
Yeah, and one of them better be good, Bill, because right now, you're in the lead with a pathetic three out of ten.

Young Bill:
Richie, will you PLEASE shut up?

Young Richie:
You know you don't stutter all the time?

Young Mike:
Thanks.

Young Stan:
Any time.

Young Mike:
Who are you guys anyway?

Young Eddie:
We're sort of a club.

Young Bev:
Yeah, the Losers Club.

Young Richie:
Yeah.

Young Bill:
You w-want in?

Young Mike:
Yeah. Yeah, I do.

Arlene Hanscom:
We'll have a home of our own one day, Benny, I promise.

Young Ben:
I know, Mama.

Arlene Hanscom:
Benny, as long as we're guests in this house, I need you to help me.

Young Ben:
They wouldn't treat us like this if Daddy were still alive.

Arlene Hanscom:
I need you to come inside now and apologize.

Young Ben:
Apologize? But he was...

Arlene Hanscom:
Benny, you must.

Young Ben:
I hate it here! I hate it here!

Arlene Hanscom:
Benny! Benny!

Young Bill:
You killed my brother, George. You bastard! Let's see you now.

Bill Denbrough:
Let's see you now. Show yourself. You killed my little brother, and now you're gonna pay.

Richie Tozier:
You're gonna be fine. You're gonna be fine, Spaghetti-Man.

Eddie Kaspbrak:
Richie, please. For the last time, don't call me that. You know how I...

Eddie Kaspbrak:
That's great, Ben. You should write that one down.

Ben Hanscom:
Bill's our writer.

Bill Denbrough:
I just write horror stories.

Richie Tozier:
Listen, kids. This campfire stuff is fun, it really is, but it doesn't matter how painstakingly we go over these sewer plans or how many damn flashlights or helmets you've got in that box. When the sun comes up, I'm dust, and I would suggest that you follow me and get the hell out of Dodge!

Pennywise:
Excuse me, sir. Do you have Prince Albert in a can? You DO? Well, you better let the poor guy out! A-ha! A-ha! A-ha!

Pennywise:
Excuse me, ma'am. Is your refrigerator running? *gasp* It IS? Well, you better go catch it before it runs away! A-ha! A-ha! A-ha!

Pennywise:
You're too old to stop me! You're all too old.

Pennywise:
Kiss me, fat boy!

Henry Bowers:
You're dead meat, fat boy.

Bev Marsh:
Why does It have to be so mean?