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Clips from IT

Short Films 1990 1,815 clips
This is battery acid, you slime!
Please, God.
[PENNYWISE SCREAMS]
I swear it.
Yeah, swear.
...and your chest...
...and...
Stan?
Here you go.
I remember we beat you.
Welcome home, Bill.
I didn't need to create any more paranoia in there.
Except for Georgie.
- Bev! - Right down the street.
It's clean and better yet, it's paid for.
We aren't all here yet.
This might stimulate those memory banks.
I bought this tube repair kit on impulse...
There was some force guiding us that summer.
...maybe it's still here.
Not the Paramount, you slime balls!
- May I help you? - Mike Hanlon.
I didn't hear that. I didn't!
Come on up, Richie.
I got a balloon for you.
Don't you want a balloon?
Try a bunch!
Is everything all right?
Is your refrigerator running? It is?
Son of a gun.
- Bicycle. - They always made the best noise.
What? What's that?
I'll call you from the hotel.
- You're it, porky! - You're it!
Ben! Ben Hanscom!
What have you been up to all these years?
- Derry Inn, did you say? - Yeah.
Nothing like a good pull on the old lung-sucker, huh?
Junior, bring me a cigar.
You know you can't have one, Granddad.
I'm Eddie Kaspbrak. Sonia Kaspbrak's son?
- I better go. - Hydrous.
Mr. Keene?
I was always partial to licorice.
Kersh. I thought it said Marsh.
- Come in. Let me give you tea. - I couldn't.
Did you fall asleep in there? It's teatime.
If you could have seen his face. It was frightening.
Or pull them apart...
I shall pretend I didn't hear that, Audra.
Don't even think about leaving, Audra.
But there's no need to talk about that now.
See you tomorrow.
Excuse me. I'm looking for the Hanlon party.
- Eddie Kaspbrak? - Haystack?
Don't let them see you like this.
Beep, beep, Richie!
- 911, pal. - Hey, buddy.
- How are you? - Fine. You?
What a bunch of handsome old men.
Mike, what are we getting ourselves into?
- Hi, Bev. - Hi.
I mean, didn't you feel it?
Oh, Eddie.
What the hell is happening?
It was just a very vivid memory.
We ought to go ahead.
Come on. Let's have drinks, huh?
Spoken like a real loser.
- Any crumb snatchers, Richie? - None that I know of.
- How about you? - I live with a... No, I'm not married.
For all the times you broke them...
- Yeah, me and Henry Bowers. - Henry Bowers.
When they pulled him out, his hair was white.
- He was babbling. - About a clown.
Henry Bowers.
Up here, sharp stuff.
You gotta go back and finish the job.
- But I got a plane out. - Richie?
- Richie... - I'll remember all of you fondly.
- No, hey. - You can't do that.
Dummy up, everybody.
Thank you.
- Everything was fine. - Fine.
Thank you, Rose.
Let's get the hell out of here.
- Garcon! - Hold on just a sec. Hello, Stan?
We're hot tonight.
It's great to be in Derry breathing in that Derry-air.
Stan is dead.
... and I saw Stan running like something was after him.
I was pedaling too fast.
Hell, I didn 't want to see it, whatever it was.
It took him hours to tell me what happened.
Like a good Boy Scout.
Stan!
He said he didn 't mean to go into that house...
Yeah?
I looked right into its deadlights.
I need a drink.
How's your sex life?
In fact, they all float! They all float!
Bill, what is it?
Let's get the hell out of here. What do you say?
Down here, Henry.
That's a good boy.
You're gonna have to go back to Derry.
- We all need you. - They can 't hurt you.
- One by one, Henry. - I can 't get out of here.