Phoebe: News flash. Stop worrying, you'll get wrinkles.
Piper: Prue slept with Andy.
Phoebe: Hello!
Prue: Thanks a lot, Mouth.
Piper: Don't put me in the middle.
Prue: I'm not. You were born in the middle.
Phoebe: Come on, you've never had sex on the first date?
Piper: No, have you? Don't answer that.
Prue: Nice dress.
Phoebe: Don't worry, it's not yours.
Phoebe: Hey, what are you doing?
Piper: Reading . . . thinking.
Phoebe: About what?
Piper: About how totally screwed we are now that we're witches.
Phoebe: Oh, that.
Prue: Do you want me to toss you a life preserver now, or just let you sink on your own?
Rex: Well, what do you think?
Hannah: I think she's either the luckiest woman alive or she's a witch.
Piper: I think . . . no, I know, this woman is Brittany Reynolds.
Prue: Yeah right, Piper, and I'm Rosie O'Donnell.
Piper: A toast to the Power of Three . . . whether we like it or not.