Richard Thomas: Bill Denbrough
Bill Denbrough : He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts.
Bill Denbrough : [reading a paper] He th-th-thrusts hi-his fists...
Ben Hanscom : [takes the paper] "He thrusts his fists against the posts and still insists he sees the ghosts." That's all it says, over and over.
Bill Denbrough : [stuttering heavily] My m-m-m-om g-gave me that to to to... sttttt! to help with my st-st-st-stutter!
Richie Tozier : No offense pal, it ain't workin'.
[Bill looks at him, and Richie blows him a kiss]
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.
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.
Richie Tozier : I hope that someone remembered to bring something useful, like a machine gun.
Bev Marsh : [holding up slingshot] I brought this. It's the only thing I saved from those days.
Ben Hanscom : I remember you were a dead shot, Bev.
Eddie Kaspbrak : Couldn't miss.
Ben Hanscom : It was like it was supposed to be, Bev. Remember? You hit the clown, Pennywise, in the head. It broke open.
Bev Marsh : And underneath it was a light.
Ben Hanscom : Bright lights.
Bill Denbrough : Dead lights.