| Summary: Natalie, one of Leo's Whitelighter colleagues, directs the sisters on how to stop a particular sinister warlock whose intention is to kill all Whitelighters and leave their charges unprotected. The girls, however, resent her take-charge attitude. |
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| Piper: You know, this all for the good of mankind stuff really puts me in an awful position. I have no choice but to be understanding. Phoebe: Wait, you work for the CIA? Prue: You know, ever since you became a blonde . . . Prue: Yeah, yeah. I'll just run up to the altar room, which, by the way, is right next to the potions lab and I'll be right back. Piper: That's cute how you guys finish each other's sentences. Prue: Piper froze ya. Natalie: She what? Prue: Yep. Phoebe: Who's Natalie? Piper: She's a-- Leo: Fellow Whitelighter. See? I finished your sentence. Piper: Hmm. It's not what I was gonna say. Leo: Didn't you hear what she said? Consulting with the Elders is for your own protection. Piper: And siding with us is for yours. Eames: Oh, did I miss all the fun? No, wait, I am the fun. Piper: I'll help. Anything to get rid of her. Phoebe: You mean him. Piper: Nah. I mean her. Eames: After ten years of chasing a dream, the dream starts chasing me. Natalie: You need outfits that are loose and move. That means no more braless, strapless, fearless attire. Prue: Okay, but then I have nothing to wear. Prue: Okay, tell me again why we're doing this? Piper: Because one bad word from General Goody Two Shoes and I'm not getting married. Phoebe: Mine came out a little country western. "I'm rejectin' your deflection." Phoebe: Wow. It worked! Prue: Nothing anticlimactic about that. |