BUFFY: Giles! Giles!

Whistler: I don't think he's here.

BUFFY: Who are you?

Whistler: Whistler.

BUFFY: What are you doing here?

Whistler: I'm waiting for you.

BUFFY: Why?

Whistler: 'Cause I-I-I need a date to the prom.

BUFFY: I have had a *really* bad day, okay? If you have information worth hearing, then I am grateful for it. If you're gonna crack jokes, then I'm gonna pull out your ribcage and wear it as a hat.

Whistler: Hello to the imagery! Very nice. It wasn't supposed to go down like this. Nobody saw you coming. I figured this for Angel's big day. But I thought he was here to *stop* Acathla, not to bring him forth. Then you two made with the smoochies... now he's a creep again. Now, what are you gonna do? W-what are you prepared to do?

BUFFY: Whatever I have to.

Whistler: Maybe I should ask, what are you prepared to give up?

BUFFY: You don't have anything useful to tell me, do you? What are you, just some immortal demon sent down to even the score between good and evil?

Whistler: (impressed) Wow. Good guess. (grins)

BUFFY: Well, why don't you try getting off your immortal ass and fighting evil once in a while? 'Cause I'm sick and tired of doing it myself.

Whistler: In the end, you're always by yourself. You're all you've got. That's the point.

BUFFY: Spare me.

Whistler: The sword isn't enough. You gotta be ready. You gotta know how to use it!

written by: Joss Whedon; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/34becoming2.html