DEMON: We loved her first! (clicks angrily)

(...)

WESLEY: All right, f-fine. You loved her first.

DEMON: Before your kind was, my kind loved her. Stood stone on stone, built the temple. Always making ready. Ohh... But she came here.

WESLEY: She? Jasmine?

DEMON: Eh?

WESLEY: Jasmine. That's what we call her. The... superior being that—that you loved first.

DEMON: Pfah! You name her. Filthy little mice! She is the devourer... the song... the peace... the whole... and you try to name her. Work to do. (walks away, then snaps his head back to Wesley) We loved her first!

(Wesley watches the demon go back to work. It crawls up the wall and grabs a torch. Wesley stares at the bloody guts that splatted in front of him.)

WESLEY: And how does your kind define love?

DEMON: Same as all bodies. Same as everywheres. Love is sacrifice.

(...)

WESLEY: That door is open.

DEMON: Yes.

WESLEY: Aren't you worried I'll just run away?

DEMON: Hm. Not worried. Good at catching furries.

WESLEY: Yes... clearly. So... not from around here, are you?

DEMON: (huffy) No. Other world. Older world. (Wesley looks at a blue orb sitting in the corner) You go. Go on. Use my key. Visit. (laughs) What we breathing there burn out little mouse lungs before you can make a peep.

WESLEY: Fair enough.

DEMON: (imitating) Fair enough. Fair enough-enough.

WESLEY: Are you preparing a spell?

DEMON: Mmm, this blood magic. Flesh magic. Older than words. More much power. This magic she will hear. She will hear and remember her true ones.

WESLEY: So no incantations, then?

DEMON: No words. She gives no care about words. Word magic.

WESLEY: Really.

DEMON: There is only one word she—

WESLEY: One word?

DEMON: Shh!

WESLEY: What word... does she give care about?

DEMON: You is talky meat. Don't make me come down there.

VICTIM VAMP: Aah! My god! What is it with you, man? This is disgusting.

DEMON: You!

VICTIM VAMP: Just drop the cliche serial killer crap and stake me already! Please!

DEMON: I tear your guts all inside out. I stitch your guts every all over. Why don't you go dead?

VICTIM VAMP: Why don't you go f— (the demon attacks him) aah! Aah!

DEMON: Pssh! More talky meat.

(throws the victims's tongue over to Wesley)

WESLEY: You can't kill him, not that way. He's already dead. He's a vampire.

DEMON: Hmm, vampire. Like the one with the angry steel?

WESLEY: Angry steel?

DEMON: The one that hurt me in the tunnels back there.

WESLEY: Angel.

DEMON: Eh?

WESLEY: That's his name, the one who attacked you.

DEMON: You creatures! Throwing your names all over all the time! That's why you're so weak. Too many are knowing your names, takes your power away.

WESLEY: It doesn't work that way here. With us— (beat) So that's the word, isn't it? The word she gives care about?

DEMON: Shut.

WESLEY: It's her name.

DEMON: (shouts ) Shut! Shut! Shut! Shut! (pushes Wesley against the wall) Shut! Shut! Shut!

(...)

WESLEY: She has a name, and it has power over her! That's why she keeps it a secret!

DEMON: La-la-la-la-la la-la-la-la! I'm not listening!

WESLEY: And somehow her true name prevents her from choosing a false one? So one of us had to do it.

DEMON: (punches Wesley) What it matters, eh? Eh, talky meat? I don't keep the name. High priest keep the name! And you about to go dead, about to be a smear on my flesh spell. I just messenger from the ones who love truly.

ANGEL: Well, then... I guess it's time to shoot the messenger. Or, you know, chop the messenger into little bitty pieces. Whatever.

(fight)

• Funnies
• The Beast, the Beast's Master, Jasmine, etc

written by: Ben Edlund; Original transcript by CariCranberry. Edited and formatted for this site by me. . Full transcript at:
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