Phoebe: I saw him first.
Piper: Demons now, drooling later.
Phoebe: Can't you just feel it? The energy in this place? It's a convergence.
Piper: It's a crock.
Piper: Whoa, Whoa. Wait. What are you doing?
Phoebe: When in Rome . . .
Piper: No! We're not in Rome, Phoebe. We're in California. It's illegal here.
Rob: Clubs are an extremely high risk business, Piper. You could lose your shirt.
Piper: Well, it wouldn't be the first time today.
Piper: I'm conferencing Phoebe. Phoebe, are you there?
Phoebe: AT&T, Power of Three.
Phoebe: That would definitely undo our spells and explain why Jeremy all of a sudden become unvanquished.
Piper: And the Woogyman.
Phoebe: When did the Woogyman become unvanquished?
Piper: A couple seconds ago.
Piper: The paramedics said you almost died.
Prue: Yeah, well, what else is new?
Prue: So then, why did you cover for us when Andy died at the house?
Darryl: 'Cause he asked me to. That's why I've been trying to get a hold of you . . . to give you a message from him. That morning, after he saw you, Andy told me to tell you that if anything were to happen to him, that it wouldn't be your fault. He didn't want you to blame yourself.
Prue: Too late.
Phoebe: You really think that's the window?
Piper: You said yourself the triquetra's the key, our connection. And besides, we keep hearing Grams say, "The Power of Three". This is what that stands for. Either that, or I just screwed up this wall for no reason.
Grams: All things are possible, my dear. It's just simply a matter of your being able to do them.