| Summary: When a demon named Lukas infects the Halliwells and Leo with one each of the seven deadly sins, the sins threaten to consume them, causing self-destruction. How can they possibly see through their sins long enough to not only save themselves, but the innocents infected with the other sins? |
| Prue: All right, it should be around here somewhere. Phoebe: And you can't be more precise about what it is? Prue: I told you, it's some sort of evilly thing. Phoebe: See? I need you. You just protected me from making a fool out of myself. Prue: Now there's a full time job. Man: I thought you were working on controlling your anger. Lukas: I am controlling my anger! Phoebe: Don't open that. Let me go get Piper first. Prue: Why? Phoebe: Oh, gee, Prue, I don't know. Maybe so you don't go running in the street and get hit by a bus, too. Prue: You can't remove sin magically or otherwise. It's a part of all of us. Piper (grinning): Even you? Prue: Yes, even me. Just a teeny tiny little bit. Phoebe: What was that? What just happened? Piper: Oh, no, don't tell me we got infected with the sin thingy! Piper: Excuse me, Leo needs suits. Prue: Leo doesn't wear suits. Piper: Yet! Prue: Oh, Phoebe, you do know that charming the pants off someone is just a figure of speech, don't you? Piper: Wait a minute, now you think we were infected? Prue: Hello? Gluttony, table for one! Prue: Hey, who sent the flowers? Piper: I did. For myself. Prue: Oh, this is just too much. Prue: Everything's under control, don't worry about a thing. I've got it all under control. Hi, he needs medical attention. The pastor's inside, I kicked his ass. He needs attention too, he's knocked out! Phoebe: Wait, your sin? I thought you didn't get hit. Prue: Well, that was the pride talking and it almost got me killed already. Phoebe: Pride? You don't seem all that different. Prue: Really? Well, back atcha. Piper: Whoa, hey, hi, almost decapitated! Piper: Oh, I just let my fingers do the walking and the clicking and the . . . flipping. Prue: Flipping as in the pages of the Book of Shadows? You used magic? Piper: Well, yeah, I couldn't wait six to eight weeks for delivery. Prue: That is so personal gain. Piper: Get your slutty hands off of my husband! Prue: Leo, get up there right now! You're a Whitelighter, that is your job! Leo: Why? You never listen to me anyway. Prue: There is nothing in the Book. Why did only lame witches precede us? Piper: Because nobody is as good as you, Prue. Prue: Hey, be nice, I don't even wanna think about the sin tonight. Phoebe: Me neither. Prue: So this is a pretty interesting band. What's their name? Piper: Orgy. |
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