| Summary: A genie sent by the Council to use the Halliwells' mortal desires against them tricks them into making wishes that makes Prue into a teenager, Dan into an old man and allows Phoebe to fly. The only way to reverse the wishes and restore everything to as it was is to put the genie back in his bottle, an idea to which he is not very receptive. Can they convince him to do it before someone winds up dead? |
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| Phoebe: Check my to do list. It says bank, dry cleaners, pedicure. No where on the list does it say kickbox a beast. Just walking along, minding my own business and wham! it was like a random attack, a demonic drive-by. Piper: Nothing in our lives is random anymore. Phoebe: You know, we keep saying that, but what does it really mean? Is there some kind of cosmic order to all this? Are we on some kind of list and if so, how many points are we worth? Piper: So what am I gonna tell him? The last time I saw him he handed me proof that you were killed in 1942. He�s gonna expect a reaction from me. Phoebe: How about, "Hey, Dan, you're right, I am a necrophiliac." Piper: Phoebe. Phoebe: Ow! Why does everyone always Phoebe me? Phoebe: I don�t get it. You�ve been stuck in that bottle for two hundred years, someone finally sends you to us and you have no idea who licked the stamp? I kinda find that hard to believe. Prue: What, and a genie man standing in our living room wearing that offering to each grant a wish isn't? Piper: Well, maybe it's about what I need to know. I mean, you've been watching me my whole life and I don't even know where you spend yours. Leo: If there's anything you want to know-- Piper: It's not exactly about knowing, it's more about experiencing and experiencing it with you. I mean, I have no idea where you go when you orb out. Do you have a house? Friends? A CD player? Prue: Oh my God, who's the hottie? Leo: Your new little sister's in the bedroom checking out the clothes. Piper: Nice to see some things never change. Phoebe: Flying's awesome, it's the landing part that's a bitch. Piper: I've moved past upset and straight to pissed off. You tricked us and now there's a warlock that's trying to turn us into witch kabobs! Piper: Where's Prue? Phoebe: Upstairs, reminding me what a pain she was at seventeen. Piper: Now you know why she was lucky to make it to eighteen. Dragon Warlock: Where the hell did you come from? Genie: Oh, no, no, that's where you came from. |