(Gunn is starting on his Pile O'Paperwork, when Lorne, in Fedora and glasses enters his office)

LORNE: Hey-hey. Shoulder to the wheel, already, huh?

GUNN: Gotta start sometime. That's what I keep telling myself, anyway.

LORNE: So are you good? You look good, considering. I just thought I'd drop in and see if you're good... which you are. Ahem...good.

GUNN: What's, uh, with the incognito?

LORNE: About to go on assignment. Angel wants me to start tailing Illyria, keep tabs on her. Got a little walkie-talkie and everything.

GUNN: Guess Illyria's still the headline around here.

LORNE: Front-page news. And a walking obituary. Strange times, huh?

GUNN: Strange times. Have you talked to Wes?

LORNE: Well, we've exchanged words. I wouldn't exactly call it talking. He's still reeling since Our Lady of the Blue Bummer arrived.

GUNN: Yeah, I was just in his office, and--

LORNE: Oh, God, don't go in there! That's where he keeps his full-strength crazy.

GUNN: (chuckles) Yeah. Caught a whiff of that.

LORNE: It's like he's 2 different people. One is almost catatonic, the guy you see doing the impatient shuffle around the hallways, and the other is just cooped up in there all day, jittering like a bug on a hotplate, obsessing over every single tidbit he can find on Illyria.

GUNN: What's Angel say about it?

LORNE: Ah, he's not very talky these days, either.

(jumps when his walkie-talkie beeps)

ANGEL: (VIA WALKY-TALKIE) Lorne? This is Angel. Can you hear me?

LORNE: Uh, 10-4, good buddy.

ANGEL: (VIA WALKY-TALKIE) Lorne, we're gonna meet in my office. Now.

LORNE: Uh, copy that.

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