| Summary: When Piper and Leo decide to move out, the girls are reminded of three years ago, right around when Grams died and when Prue was about to marry Roger. Meanwhile, they also have to figure out how to defeat a warlock without killing him. |
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| Piper: Leo and I are moving . . . thinking of moving. Out of the manor. Um, milk? Prue: Excuse me? Phoebe: Wait a minute. Life altering plans can not be squeezed in between, "Pass the newspaper" and "Who ate the Special K?". Leo: Well, there have been times when you've handled things on your own, I mean, without Piper. Piper: Like when I went to Hawaii or when I went away with Leo, and everything was fine. Phoebe: Do I get to kick her first? Grams: Morons! Why does that pre-pubescent have to throw the paper in the shrubbery? Cop: Mrs. Halliwell? Grams: Can I hear what she did first before I answer that? Piper: I think we got too many boxes. Leo: No, we didn�t. Piper: Are you saying I have too much stuff? Leo: Yes, I am. Grams: Phoebe, turn to me. I want to be able to get your good side. Piper: I don�t think she has one today, Grams. Piper: Warlock appeared outta nowhere, had to kill him. Phoebe: Wait, you too? Prue: Uh, me three. Warlock attacked me in the attic. Piper: Did we miss a convention? Piper: You know, this trunk would go great at the foot of our bed. Prue: Yeah, my foot would look great on your butt. Piper: I just want things to remember this place by. How about this? Something to bring a piece of Grams to my place. Prue: Okay, sweetie, can we try to contact the dead now, please? Piper: What, are we like in the Warlocks' Guide to San Francisco? Phoebe: I think I killed the warlock again. Prue: Oh, Phoebe! Piper: Phoebe! Phoebe: Well, I didn�t mean to! Prue: You�ve never been fun, Piper. Piper: I have always been fun, Prue. I am just Mrs. Fun now. Grams: What do you say we whip up your favorite double chocolate decadence cake? Piper: Isn't "decadence" French for "don't even think about it"? Piper: So what is our level of confidence in this plan? Phoebe: Well, on a scale from one to ten, ten being we whoop ass, one being he laughs at us while we're on fire and naked-- Piper: Maybe you should lie to me. Warlock: You've got something up your sleeve. Phoebe: Hello? Sleeveless. Prue: I mean, I know we can't be together forever. Piper: But it feels good that forever isn't today. |