Andy: I was nowhere near the neighborhood. Thought I'd stop by.
Mrs. Chao: There are a lot of hungry spirits out there, Mark.
Mark: You're like the Chinese Shirley Maclaine, you know that?
Piper: At least tell me you've managed to buy Prue something other than your traditional birthday gift.
Phoebe: What's my traditional gift?
Piper: A card, three days late.
Phoebe: Hey, I forgot to ask. How was your date with Andy?
Prue: Great, until he asked me to spend my birthday at a spa with him.
Phoebe: Oh, I hate when they do that.
Phoebe: Wait, Frankie, hold it. I see it. You're having dinner with a blonde woman, she's gorgeous, all over you. Then some red head shows up. You look surprised. Ooh, she looks pissed. Your wife?
Frankie: When can you start?
Piper: Phoebe!
Phoebe: Piper! I am so busted, aren't I?
Mark: Okay, listen to me, you're the only ones that can help me.
Piper: Excuse us, we are trying to have an argument here.
Mark: Thanks for helping me.
Piper: When you wouldn't leave my doorstep, you didn't leave me much of a choice.
Piper: I'm a good witch, remember?
Mark: But how?
Piper: I don't know. I panic, I put up both hands and bad things tend to freeze.
Piper: So you can make a Peking duck and clone DNA?
Mark: The duck's harder.
Phoebe: Hey, wait, that's it? You're not gonna get mad at me?
Prue: You were trying to do something good. And now you're gonna get to do something wonderful. I couldn't ask for a better birthday present than that.
Mark: But there's three thugs in there.
Piper: Keep talking.
Mark: With guns.
Piper: Even better.
Mark: Scared?
Piper: Terrified. Trust me, that's a good thing.
Mark: Birthdays are important. I know, I walked out of my last one and it never occurred to me that I wouldn't get another. She may not know it, but she needs to celebrate her birthday, we all do. Don't take it for granted.
Phoebe: Prue, what are you doing?
Prue: Just flicking through channels.
Phoebe: You don't flick. You never flick.
Prue: Well, I flick now.
Mark: Where were you my whole life?
Piper: Leave it to me to fall for a dead guy.
Phoebe: It's an improvement. At least he wasn't a warlock.