Illyria (Character)
from "Angel" (1999)
"Angel: Time Bomb (#5.19)" (2004)
Illyria: A true ruler is as moral as a hurricane. Empty, but for the force of his gale.
Illyria: When the world met me, it shuddered, groaned. It knelt at my feet.
Spike: "Dear Penthouse, I don't normally write letters like this, but-"
Illyria: To never die and to conquer all - that is winning.
Illyria: If you wanna win a war, you must serve no master but your ambition.
Illyria: You want to take my power to let me live. But I am my power. And I would rather be a titanic crater than to be like unto you.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Illyria?
Illyria: Touch me and die vermin
Spike: Not a very dramatic difference really.
"Angel: Underneath (#5.17)" (2004)
Illyria: In my time, nightmares walked among us. Walked and danced, skewering victims in plan sight, laying their fears and worst desires out for everyone to see. This to make us laugh.
Illyria: I lived seven lives at once. I was power in the ecstasy of death. I was god to a god. Now... I'm trapped on a roof... just one roof, in this time and this place with an unstable human who drinks too much whiskey and called me a Smurf.
Illyria: Tell me a joke.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Two men walk into a bar. The first man orders a scotch and soda. The second man remembers something he'd forgotten, and it doubles him over with pain. He falls to the floor shaking and then through the floor into the earth. He looks back up at the first man but he doesn't call out to him. They're not that close.
Illyria: And now nightmares are trapped inside the heads of humans... pitiful echoes of themselves. I wonder whom they angered so to merit such a fate.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: This world must be a terrible disappointment to you.
Illyria: Grievous.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: I'm not too impressed with it myself.
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 Wyndam-Pryce: And you really can't leave.
Illyria: I... don't know. And I fear in any other dimension in this form I'd be but prey to those I knew. I reek of humanity.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Don't flatter yourself.
Illyria: Your world is so small. And yet you box yourselves in rooms even smaller. You shut yourselves inside... in rooms, in routines.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: There are things worse than walls. Terrible... and beautiful. If we look at them for too long they will burn right through us. Truths we couldn't bear. Not every day.
Illyria: We are so weak.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Yes. Yes, we are.
"Angel: Origin (#5.18)" (2004)
Illyria: I'd like to keep Spike as my pet.
Illyria: Your body warms. This one is lusting after me.
Connor: Oh, no. I - It's - It's just, uh - it's the outfit. I-I guess I've always had a thing for older women.
Angel: They were supposed to fix that.
Connor: What?
Angel: Nothing.
Illyria: [to Wesley] You reek of frustration. Curls off of you like smoke.
Spike: Actually, love, we call that scotch. Twelve-year Lagavulin if I'm not mistaken. Good choice.
Spike: [while trying to 'study' Illyria] Right, we need to set some ground rules. First off, no more punching me in the face! Secondly, when I punch YOU in the face, you tell me how you feel, so I can write it down on my clipboard.
[picks up his clipboard, gets defensive]
Spike: Third - no touching my clipboard.
Illyria: I enjoy hurting you.
Spike: Well we're gonna have to fix that, 'cause-
[Illyria kicks Spike in the face]
"Angel: Not Fade Away (#5.22)" (2004)
[facing an endless unslaught of demons]
Gunn: Okay, you take the 30,000 on the left...
Illyria: You're fading. You'll last 10 minutes at best.
Gunn: Then let's make it memorable.
Charles Gunn: Any word on Wes?
Illyria: Wesley's dead. I'm feeling grief for him. I can't seem to control it. I wish to do more violence.
Spike: Well, wishes just happen to be horses today.
Angel: [Looking at the approaching mob of demons] Among other things.
Illyria: [Wesley has been fatally stabbed] You'll be dead within moments.
Wes: I know.
Illyria: Would you like me to lie to you now?
Wes: Yes. Thank you, yes.
[Illyria morphs into Fred]
Wes: Hello there.
Illyria: [as Fred] Oh Wesley. My Wesley.
Wes: Fred, I've missed you.
Illyria: It's gonna be okay. It won't hurt much longer and then you'll be where I am.
[Begins crying]
Illyria: We'll be together.
Wes: I-I love you.
Illyria: I love you. My love. Oh, my love.
Illyria: I will fight. I have been broken and humiliated. I will return in kind every blow, every sting. I will shred my adversaries, pull their eyes out just enough to turn them towards their mewling mutilated faces.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: You're a very inspirational person.
"Angel: Shells (#5.16)" (2004)
Knox: Showtime.
Spike: Any seats left?
Angel: If not, we can just stand in the back.
Knox: Guys, you should scan the headlines here. You-you can't win this.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Then we all die trying.
Illyria: Why?
Angel: You want the short version? Let's start with you walkin' around lookin' like the woman you murdered.
Illyria: You think your actions will restore her.
Angel: No.
Illyria: Yet you seek a confrontation you cannot win.
Angel: What you're tryin' to do - raise your army, reclaim your world - innocent people would die, like Fred. I can't let that happen.
Illyria: You are the protector of these creatures?
Angel: Yes.
Illyria: You'd fight for their lives?
Angel: Yes.
Illyria: Even this one?
Knox: Is that an issue? Is-is my life in peril, boss? King?
Angel: You're about as low as it gets, Knox. But you're a part of humanity. THat isn't always pretty, but it's a hell of a lot better than what came before. And if it comes down to a choice between you and him... then, yes. I would fight for his life just like any other human's, because that's what people do. That's what makes us-
[Wesley shoots Knox]
Angel: [to Wesley] Were you even listening?
Illyria: You've destroyed my Qwa'ha Xahn.
Spike: Yeah, okay. But you've gotta admit, he had it coming.
[first lines]
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Fred?
[Illyria walks past Wesley toward the mirror, ignoring him]
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Illyria?
Illyria: My name. You would presume to speak my name? Because I am returned in the body of a human, you think you can speak to me. It's disgusting.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Who is Winifred Burkle?
Illyria: I thought the humans would have long died out by now. Instead, you've grown bold.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: So you don't know who Fred is?
Illyria: Nor care. Bleat at me no longer. We're done.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Yes.
[he bends to pick up a battle-axe]
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: We are.
Illyria: It can't be. It's gone. My world is gone.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Now you know how I feel.
Illyria: We cling to what is gone. Is there anything in this life but grief?
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: There's love. There's hope... for some. There's hope that you'll find something worthy... that your life will lead you to some joy... that after everything... you can still be surprised.
Illyria: Is that enough? Is that enough to live on?
"Angel: The Girl in Question (#5.20)" (2004)
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Stop it! Change back. Be blue. Be anything. Don't be her. Don't ever be her.
Illyria: As you wish.
Illyria: [about the plants] I can no longer hear the song of the green.
Lorne: [to Wesley] You think that includes me?
"Angel: Power Play (#5.21)" (2004)
Illyria: You'll have proof soon enough. A corrupted ruler on such a path sees treachery and betrayal all around him. He cannot suffer intimates and will eventually turn against them.
Spike: Guess I don't have to worry about that, 'cause Angel and me have never been intimate. Except that once...
