| Summary: Cole has figured out a way to break the Power of Three: get the girls to use their powers against each other. With a little help from an underling demon, he achieves his goal. Will the sisters work out their differences before Belthazor has the chance to attack? |
| ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ |
| Prue: Well, if he's as powerful of a demon as Leo says he is, he is probably gonna be immune to our powers. That's why we need to practice our counterattacks and the next time he shows up, we can get some demon flesh. Piper: White meat or dark meat? Cole (to himself): I'm sorry, but we have to stop seeing each other, okay? Why? Because, because I have to kill you, that's why. Smooth. Phoebe: I hate you. Prue: No, you don't. You love me. Phoebe: Hey, Leo, do you think you can make yourself look like Brad Pitt? Leo: Well, couldn't you make something simpler? You know, chips and dip? Piper: Leo, I was a chef. I can't make chips and dip. Piper: Okay, Leo, you obviously do not have sisters. One minute you're arguing about something and then suddenly you're arguing about who stole whose Malibu Barbie in 1979. Prue: What is your problem? Piper: You are! Get your own damn club and keep your paws off of mine. Prue: Okay, whoa, obviously somebody needs a Midol. Cole: Too bad you can't predict the future. Phoebe: Who says I can't? Phoebe: I'm sorry, is it Gang Up On Phoebe Day and nobody told me? Leo: Let's start with your little tiff. Piper: Well, that's a bit of an understatement. It was big. Leo: How big? Prue: Um, do you remember Pearl Harbor? Prue: Y'know, who needs Oprah when we can do it ourselves? Prue: Okay, that's new! Phoebe: Demon . . . with demon filling. |