� I miss the man he should've been and I miss the man he never was, but I don't miss him.
� (Natalie): No more strepless, braless, fearless attire. � But then I have nothing to wear.
� (Phoebe): I love you! � Same here.
� I know you think you can see the future, which is pretty ironic. /(Phoebe): Since you don't think I have one, that my vision of life is cloudy, compared to your perfect hell.
� (Phoebe): So you rather have a flat reunion, filled with boring chit-chat.. � Otherwise we wouldn't have anything to talk about.
� How can it be good to be witches if all it does is get the people we love killed?