Amy Acker credited as playing...
Illyria • Winifred Burkle
- 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: 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.
- 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: You don't worship me at all, do you?
- 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.
- Illyria: You've been sitting for a long time.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Yeah. Dozed off.
- Illyria: You drank a great deal of that poison, you called me a lot of names meant to hurt feelings I no longer have, and then you sat there for hours making noise with your nose.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: I was dreaming, you twit.
- 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.