[the oven bell rings]
Mrs. Kersh: I had some cookies I made in the oven before you came. Stay right there.
Beverly Marsh: I shouldn’t impose. I’m going to…
Mrs. Kersh: No, no, no, no, no, no. I insist.
[she goes to get the cookies; Beverly looks at the photos on the wall]
Beverly Marsh: Your photos are lovely, Mrs. Kersh. Are these your family?
Mrs. Kersh: My father came to this country with fourteen dollars in his pocket.
Beverly Marsh: What did he do, Mrs. Kersh?
Mrs. Kersh: My father joined the circus.
[Beverly notices a creepy looking old photo of a young Mrs. Kersh and her father, who was Pennywise]