Matthew: Where am I?
Prue: Who are you?
Darryl: All right, Trudeau. Pull out your secret ghost hunter decoder ring and let's hear it.
Piper: Stop it.
Phoebe: My sentiments exactly. Stop hinting around and ask him out already. Give him some of your crabs.
Piper: Don't be disgusting.
Phoebe: I don't understand. Am I the only person in this family who's inherited the "take a chance" gene?
Piper: Probably, 'cause if I remember my biology correctly, it's attached to the "can't mind my own business" gene.
Piper: Leo?
Phoebe: Frozen. Quick, have your way with him.
Piper: Do you never stop?
Piper: The legend says that the warlock must never be freed or he will destroy the Warren line. That'd be us.
Phoebe: Yeah, well, he'll have to take a number and get in line behind the others warlocks.
Prue: Great, so now I'm being hunted by a warlock and the San Francisco P.D.
Phoebe: Nobody ever said you led a boring life, Prue.
Piper: I can't stand the sight of blood.
Prue: Evil beings have blown up in our attic.
Phoebe: Disintegrated to dust right before our very eyes.
Prue: And you're afraid of a little drop of blood?
Matthew: These are marvelous paintings. You cannot feel the brush strokes.
Hannah: Remind us to take you to the movies when this is all over.
Matthew: We meet again.
Melinda: Yes. And the sight of you still makes me ill.