Prue: Obviously.
Phoebe: If you ran an employment agency, wouldn't you want me?
Prue: Maybe, but I'd definitely want my suit back.
Phoebe: No, this is part of your old wardrobe. I'm just recycling.
Prue: Well, the environment thanks you.
Piper: Well, it's been a while since, you know, I . . . I was a little nervous, and I kinda kept freezing him.
Prue: Piper, you didn't?
Piper: I didn't mean to . . . the first time.
Phoebe: I mean, between you and Leo, and Prue, the new Hot Wicca Woman, and me, soon to be employed, things are looking up.
Piper: Don't say that!� The moment someone says that, everything always goes south.
Phoebe: Unless you freeze him. Oh, I couldn't help it! It was so good.
Rex: This is getting ridiculous!
Piper: This is getting ridiculous.
Prue: What's the matter?
Piper: I don't know. I feel like calling a shrink for some reason.
Phoebe: Did anyone ever think that maybe he's a warlock?
Piper: Why is it always someone I'm dating that gets accused of being that? Don't answer that. Answer that. It's safer.
Prue: Somebody must have manipulated me into taking it.
Phoebe: The same way someone manipulated me into being a witness against my own sister.
Darryl: Any idea what they're talking about?
Andy: Not a clue.
Phoebe: Prue is right about Rex, which means I'm dating a warlock.
Piper: Been there, done that.
Phoebe: Why didn't you just kill us and take our powers?
Piper: Don't give him any ideas.
Prue: Go to hell.
Rex: Yeah, I'd love to, darling. I miss it terribly.
Piper: What the hell was that?
Phoebe: I think you just answered your own question.
Prue: But how? I mean, we certainly didn't reverse the spell.
Phoebe: Maybe we screwed it up. What? It's not like it would be the first time.