ANGEL: You don't interrupt our work! Understand me?

ILLYRIA: What is it, poison? Magicks? It impresses me, the power of it. Whatever you've done, it can't save you. To do anything but bow to my will is absurd, yet you conspire--

(groans as she doubles over in pain, clutching her stomach)

ANGEL: We haven't done anything to you.

ILLYRIA: Jealous. Plankton envying the ocean that holds them.

ANGEL: Yeah, that's great. Listen, I got things--

(he starts to walk off; she grabs him and lifts him)

ILLYRIA: Ridiculous apes. My death won't prevent your dying. What have you done to me?!

ANGEL: Get your damn hands off me.

ILLYRIA: You do not know. Not yet. It's too early.

(she walks away. Lorne comes up to Angel.)

LORNE: Psst. Ya gotta keep your thingy on for this to work, OK?

(aggravated, Angel pulls Lorne's hat off)

LORNE: Oh, that's mature!

HARMONY: (walks up to them) Boss, it's getting a little shouty in your office.

ANGEL: Let Gunn take care of it.

written by: Ben Edlund; Original transcript by CariCranberry. Edited & formatted by me.. Full transcript at:
http://www.buffyworld.com/angel/season5/transcripts/5x19_tran.php