| Summary: After the Manor is broken into, Prue becomes obsessed with the threat posed by the Triad. Piper and Phoebe are convinced that this particular evil could be human and, as it turns out, all three of them are right. |
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| Prue: All right, so what do I do? Piper: Well, remorse is good and attendance is better. Piper: At least nothing seems to be missing. Prue: How do you know it wasn't a demon? Phoebe: Demons don't usually fondle. Piper: Do you think it was a human bad guy? Darryl: In another house, yeah. Around here, you never know. Darryl: You have no alarm system, no dead bolts, no dog. Prue: Darryl, we're three witches. I think we can handle it. Phoebe: So, what, you're thinking we're dealing with a lock-picking demon, Prue? Prue: Yeah, well, I was up in the attic and when I woke up there was a pillow hovering above my face about to smother me. Piper: A pillow? Phoebe: Hovering? Well, that must be the infamous pillow-smothering demon. Piper: You didn't sleep either? Phoebe: Not a wink. Thank God for makeup. Leo: As far as the Triad's concerned, They don't know much. They don't even know what it really is. Prue: Wow, six thousand years of conflict and that's it? These guys are serious underachievers. Piper: What is this? Prue: A way to always be prepared. Phoebe: These are very big contraceptives, Prue. Phoebe: You need to listen to him, Prue. Prue: Why? No one listens to me. Phoebe: Okay, here is my stalker list. It's mostly guys that I knew in New York. Piper: Wow, you were busy in New York. Phoebe: No, I'm not gonna listen, Prue. You didn't nearly catch a demon, you nearly killed a district attorney! Piper: Oh, honey, that's sweet, but not tonight. We all have headaches. Sean: Why do I get the feeling that you're a high maintenance kind of gal? Prue: Oh, I don't know. Maybe because I am. |