Manhattan, 1996

Whistler: God, are you disgusting. This is really an unforgettable smell. This is the stench of death you're giving off here. And the look says, uh... Crazy Homeless Guy. It's not good.

ANGEL: (angrily) Get away from me.

Whistler: What are you gonna do, bite me? Horrors! A vampire! Ah, but you wouldn't bite me on account of your poor, tortured soul. It's so sad, a vampire with a soul. It's so poignant.

ANGEL: Who are you?

Whistler: Let's take a walk.

(cut to them walking)

Whistler: What are you eating? Like, a rat once a month? Hey! Look, you're skin and bones here! Butcher shops are throwing away more blood in a day than you could stand. Good blood. You lived in the world a little bit, you'd know that.

ANGEL: I wanna know who you are.

Whistler: And I wanna know who *you* are.

ANGEL: You already do.

Whistler: Not yet. But I'm looking to find out. 'Cause you could go either way here.

ANGEL: I don't understand you.

Whistler: Nobody understands me. That's my curse. (to hot-dog vendor) Dog me. Mustard. (to Angel) My name's Whistler.

Vendor: Here you go.

Whistler: Thanks. (to Angel) Anyway, lately it is. (takes a bite) Mm.

ANGEL: You're not a vampire.

Whistler: A demon... technically. I mean, I'm not a bad guy. Not all demons are dedicated to the destruction of all life.

ANGEL: Whadaya mean, I can go either way?

Whistler: I mean that you can become an even more useless rodent than you already are, or you can become someone. A person. Someone to be counted.

ANGEL: I just wanna be left alone.

Whistler: Well, yeah, you've been left alone for, what, ninety years already. And what a package you are. The Stink Guy!

ANGEL: What do you want from me?

Whistler: I want you to see something. We'd have to leave now. You see, and then you tell me what you wanna do.

ANGEL: Where is it?

• Angel, Angelus & The Curse

written by: Joss Whedon; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/33becoming1.html