WESLEY: (urging) You could go anywhere, you could leave.

ILLYRIA: That's not possible.

WESLEY: Of course it's possible. Are you telling me the great Illyria, idol of millions, was limited to one small dimension?

ILLYRIA: I traveled all of them as I pleased. I walked worlds of smoke and half-truths, intangible. Worlds of torment and of unnamable beauty. Opaline towers as high as small moons. Glaciers that rippled with insensate lust. And one world with nothing but shrimp. I tired of that one quickly.

WESLEY: Then why stay in this world? Surely there's a world more appealing, maybe not the shrimp one, but one where you'd be welcome like you never will be here. Why don't you go? You can go. Why don't you go?

(Illyria snaps, grabbing Wesley by the throat and staring at him angrily. She lets him go, tossing him aside as she starts gasping for air.)

ILLYRIA: (paniced) It's too small. It's too small. I can't breathe. I can't live with these walls. I can't breathe. There's no room for anything real.

WESLEY: It's all right.

ILLYRIA: I should gut you where you stand. You challenged me. There's not enough space to open my jaws. My face is not my face. I don't know what it will say.

WESLEY: Illyria... come with me.

• Wesley & Illyria

written by: Elizabeth Craft & Sarah Fain; Original transcript by CariCranberry. Edited & formatted by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.buffyworld.com/angel/season5/transcripts/5x17_tran.php