Palmer: He was stung to death by a scorpion, Wesley. In the bathroom of an airplane.
Wesley: Don't tell me you believe in that crap.
Palmer: You think I'd be here if I did?
Phoebe: Do I have lipstick on my teeth?
Piper: Yes.
Prue: That was mean.
Piper: That was not mean.
Prue: Okay.
Piper: Prue, don't take this personally, but sometimes you can be a bit judgmental.
Prue: That is so not true.
Prue: What was that?
Piper: What?
Prue: That. You know, with the glass. Do you do that often? Freeze time in front of, oh I don't know, let's say everybody?
Claire: And if we don't move 1.2 million dollars worth of inventory at the auction tomorrow, I'm shutting the place down.
Prue: Excuse me, did you say tomorrow?
Claire: Did I stutter?
Phoebe: I will, uh, what will I do? I will cook you dinner.
Prue: Oh, don't threaten me.
Prue: Look, I just get this really bad feeling about Clay. I can't explain it.
Piper: I can. You don't think he's good enough for her. Just like you didn't think Jeremy was good enough for me. Of course in his case you were right, but that's not the point.
Prue: I can worry about my little sister, can't I?
Phoebe: Don't ever stop.
Prue: Who are you?
Palmer: You must be Prue, Phoebe's sister.
Prue: Same question. Who are you?
Phoebe: We can't live together forever. What, do we expect to be sixty years old and still be sharing clothes and a cat.
Piper: Now that you put it that way, no, I don't want to live with you anymore!
Doug: I don't believe I've had the pleasure.
Piper: I don't believe you will.
Prue: Seasons change. People don't.
Phoebe: You can't change people. They have to change themselves.