Piper: Well, it runs in the family.
Prue: I don't obsess. I think . . . intensely
Malcolm: My name's Malcolm and you were supposed to help me, not join me. Who are you, anyway?
Prue: Oh, my name's Prue and I was helping you. You were supposed to come out.
Piper: Hi Phoebe. You're up early. What's up?
Phoebe: Oh, the Dow Jones, housing prices and space shuttle Discovery.
Piper: What's wrong with you?
Phoebe: Nothing.
Piper: No, you're like Ask Rainman.com.
Malcolm: I always hoped someone would get my SOS. I just never thought it would be a woman.
Prue: What, a woman can't rescue a man?
Malcolm: I'm still waiting.
Prue: Yeah, well, keep waiting, pal.
Piper: Not any witch. A super witch. She's a genius.
Prue: Piper, I don't really think that you're helping the situation.
Piper: No, I mean it. She's a walking brain trust. An Einstein with cleavage.
Piper: If we get out of here alive, you own me a new pair of shoes.
Prue: If we get out of here alive, I'll buy you the purse to match.
Piper: I can't reach the window because if I lean forward, I'm sliced and diced.
Prue: I thought he was an innocent. I thought he needed help.
Piper: I'm not talking to you . . . forever