Pennywise, your father

Dad... is that really you? How is it possible that you're here?

Pennywise: My sweet Mary. Of course it's me. Aren't you going to give your old man a hug? Come here.

No, wait. You don't... you don't smile like that. Your clothes are too clean. Where have you been all this time?

Pennywise: I've been traveling, little thing. A long, long trip. And guess what, I've brought something back for you...

What did you bring?

Pennywise: Something you wouldn't dare reject... your fear.

YOU COME BACK TO ME, MARY! IT WILL FLOAT

No! You're not him!

Pennywise: Were you asleep, little Mary? You shouldn't be. There's work to be done.

What do you want? Go away.

Pennywise: I can't leave. Not until you explain something to me. Something that reeks of... fresh meat and disobedience.

I don't know what you're talking about

Pennywise: Of course you know! I'm talking about the brat! The one who was here. The one who touched you with his sweaty hands.

He's my friend! Don't you dare interfere in my life!

Pennywise: He's occupying a space that was already paid for with your father's blood. I won't allow it!

You don't scare me. I'm not afraid of you.

Pennywise: Oh, yes, you fear me. And not just for yourself. Think of him. Do you know how easy it would be for him to float too?