Prue: Piper, here's the problem. You didn't read the fine print. See? It says right here -� $19.95 for the video and twenty grand for the plastic surgeon.
Phoebe: How is it personal gain if we're using our powers to bring happiness to another person? And in my case lots and lots of happiness.
Piper: I realized today that Phoebe may have stumbled onto something. Something that actually makes sense.
Prue: Now I'm worried.
Phoebe: Yeah. And I think it goes without saying we both want a man who is well . . . employed.
Piper: You're seriously twisted.
Dream Sorcerer: That's what your mother used to say, isn't it? Every night, before you went to sleep?
Prue: You're not real. You don't exist.
Dream Sorcerer: As she tucked you in? She'd say if you saw any monsters to tell yourself they weren't real.
Prue: You're not real. You don't exist.
Prue: Uh, excuse me, but who are you?
Piper: Who cares?
Dream Sorcerer: What do you hide from at work? Is it the pain of your past or the uncertainty of your future?
Andy: Six months later, two more women died in their sleep. Crushed to death. Coincidence? You tell me.
Morris: Love to. Can't. Let's go.
Phoebe: Go away, horny tom cats.
Dream Sorcerer: Speaking of pain, you really hurt me last night, and not just my feelings.
Prue: Suffer.
Dream Sorcerer: Do you like the dress?
Prue: I've worn better.