Leo: All what work?
Phoebe: Oh, that's just Piper. She's gotta be everyone's mom. Think of her as your mom. I know I do.
Phoebe: Ooh, quite possibly the finest glutes in the city.
Piper: In the state.
Phoebe: In all the land.
Piper: I saw him first.
Phoebe: Piper, am I a boyfriend thief?
Piper: Totally.
Piper: Oh please. You were all over him with your breasts all . . . whatever.
Phoebe: I didn't even have breasts back then.
Piper: Phoebe, you've always had breasts.
Piper: So we can just consider this a friendly competition.
Phoebe: Sibling rivalry.
Piper: War.
Phoebe: Exactly.
Andy: Doesn't matter what we pick anyway. We'll probably never get around to watching it.
Prue: Oh yeah? Pretty cocky.
Piper: Uh, guys, we have about 20 seconds until they unfreeze.
Phoebe: How did you find out about us?
Aviva: I'm gonna need more than 20 seconds for that.
Phoebe: Let's not forget Aviva found Kit.
Prue: Yeah, she's probably the one who stole the cat in the first place.
Phoebe: Hello? Paranoia check.
Aviva: You didn't tell your bitch sister about this, did you?
Phoebe: Hey, watch your mouth. Prue had every right to be upset about what you did.
Aviva: It's funny how you knew that I was talking about Prue and not Piper.
Piper: Phoebe? Work? No, she's probably at her gay and lesbian group right about now.
Aviva: I like mirrors. They never lie to you. They always tell you the truth whether you like it or not.
Phoebe: Wait, Leo, what did Piper say to you?
Leo: Uh, it doesn't matter, really . . . forget it.
Phoebe: Well, whatever she said, you should probably take it with a grain of salt, 'cause sometimes her medication makes her say the strangest things. But, not to worry . . . her shrinks are on it.
Aviva: Thanks for the dress.
Phoebe: No problem. It's Prue's.
Phoebe: Are you kidding? These are the hardest years of your life. The one thing I learned is you just gotta be yourself.
Prue: I can explain.
Andy: No, you can't. Or you won't. Damn it, Prue, I still love you. I'm not saying you have to explain it all to me, Prue, that's you're prerogative. All I'm saying is . . . it hurts that you don't trust me enough.
Prue: I do trust you, Andy. It has nothing to do with you. It's just . . . it's just something that I don't know if I can ever share with anybody.
Prue: Andy, are you saying that you don't want to see me anymore?
Andy: I don't know what I want anymore.