Piper: I know the feeling.
Prue: The three of us definitely need to figure out some kind of a morning schedule.
Piper: I think I'm gonna be sick.
Prue: In the upstairs or downstairs bathroom?
Prue: It's a Lassa warrior fertility goddess. Very rare and very powerful. The tribe believed that its mere presence would help a woman conceive.
Hannah: Hmm, you take it. My biological clock's not the one that's ticking.
Rex: Prue, your sister's here to see you. She's waiting in your office.
Prue: Which sister?
Rex: The one who, upon seeing your office, said "Damn, I should go back to college."
Butler: Miss Piper Halliwell.
Phoebe: And her sister, Chopped Liver.
Phoebe: Look, you don't know me. Hell, I barely know me.
Andy: Sorry the dead man on your your driveway is such an inconvenience.
Darryl: Welcome to the lifestyles of the rich and shameless.
Prue: She's a demon. She comes to earth every two hundred years. She has to find a innocent, put him under her spell, and marry him in a sanctified wedding.
Phoebe: That doesn't sound any different than most of the single women in this city.
Piper: I don't believe it. They've barely touched my food.
Prue: Piper . . .
Piper: Those deli trays took hours.
Prue: And the Book of Shadows says that the spell can be broken by a declaration of love sealed with a kiss.
Piper: It's so romantic. Just like a fairy tale.
Prue: Have you ever seen that television show where there's the woman who's an angel and she helps strangers every week?
Allison: I love that show.
Prue: Don't get too excited, I'm nothing like that.
Kirsten: What part of no did you not understand?
Piper: The non-original part?
Piper: That's easy for you to say. You'll never greet your husband at the door with: "Honey, I think I froze the kids."
Prue: No, I've just accidentally moved them to another zip code.
Phoebe: But I will see them, find them, and bring them back safely.