Narrator: Proving that they were the devil's disciples was no easy task
for the court of the Salem witch trials. But a remarkable event
occurred. One of the accused, Mary Estee, ran for the church to
profess her innocence. Suddenly there was a clap of thunder, and she
was struck by a bolt of lightning. (woman shrieking) In the
court's mind, God himself had spoken, forbidding the evil witch from even
entering his house. The witches were subsequently convicted of heresy
--
Prue: Good morning.
Piper: Good morning.
Narrator:--and burned alive at the stake.
Prue: What are you watching?
Piper: Nothing. Just a show.
Prue: About witches? Are you worried that we're going to be
burned at the stake?
Piper: Ha! Yeah, right. By the way, um, Andy called.
Prue: When?
Piper: While you were in the shower.
Prue: What did you tell him?
Piper: That you were in the shower. Bad date?
Prue: No. No, no, not at all. It was great. You
know, dinner ... movie ... sex.
Piper: Excuse me? On your first date? You sleaze.
Prue: It wasn't exactly our first date, Piper.
Piper: High school doesn't count. That was last decade.
Spill it. Ooh. That bad, huh?
Prue: No, actually that good.
Prue: It was -- well, we were amazing, but that's not the point.
I told myself that things would be different, that we would take
it slow. It just shouldn't have happened. That's all.
Phoebe: What shouldn't have happened?
Piper: Prue slept with Andy.
Phoebe: Hello!
Prue: Thanks a lot, mouth.
Phoebe: Wait. You were going to tell her but not me? Family
meeting.
Prue: Speaking of last night, what time did you end up rolling in?
Phoebe: No, no, no. Do not change the subject.
Prue: Don't dodge the question.
Piper: It must've been at least after three.
Phoebe: I must still be on New York time.
Prue: Actually that would make it later.
Piper: Or maybe you and Alec...
Prue: Who's Alec?
Piper: Some hottie she hit on in the restaurant.
Phoebe: Excuse me. Revisionist history. He hit on me.
Remember the whole vision thing?
Prue: Vision thing? Please tell me you didn't use your powers.
Piper: Don't put me in the middle.
Prue: I'm not. You were born in the middle. Look, I
thought that we agreed.
Phoebe: No, we didn't. You agreed. You laid down the law.
There's a difference.
Prue: Look, Phoebe, our powers are not toys. We have to be
careful. They could get us killed.
Piper: She's right. We don't want any more warlocks finding us.
Phoebe: Look, it was just a lousy premonition. That's all.
Nobody died. Besides, you guys can't control your powers any better
than I can. And FYI: Nothing happened last night. At least
nothing I'm ashamed of.
Prue: There's another reason we have to be careful. Andy thinks
someone's abducting women in our area.
Phoebe: Abducting women? What do you mean?
Prue: It means that warlocks aren't the only evil that we have to
watch out for. And FYI: I'm not ashamed of anything.
Max: She didn't come home at all last night. That's not like
Brittany, believe me.
Darryl: Tell me, Max, what time did she leave to go to Quake?
Max: 8:00, 8:30. She called around ten, said she was
headed home, but ... I'm really worried.
Andy: Chances are she'll show up. They usually do. In the
meantime, the best thing you can do right now is to go home in case she
calls, all right? Can you do that?
Max: Yeah. Ok. Thanks.
Andy: The fourth one this week.
Darryl: Yeah, well, they can't just be disappearing into thin air.
You do something to your hair?
Andy: Well, at least we can narrow down his feeding pool to the area
around the restaurant.
Darryl: Yeah, well, better tell your sweetie to lock the door tonight.
Piper: Oh, Pastor Williams. Oh, you scared me.
Pastor Williams: I'm sorry. Aren't you a little early?
Dropping off the unused food from your restaurant. I thought you
weren't coming by till this afternoon.
Piper: Yeah, I am. I mean, I'm coming back. Later ... with
everything.
Pastor Williams: Great. So what are you doing here now?
Piper: Nothing really. Just, uh ... just thinking.
Pastor Williams: About?
Piper: Mary Estee.
Pastor Williams: Who?
Piper: Oh, it's just this stupid documentary I saw. By the
way... (nervous laugh) is it true
that, uh, evil beings can't go into a church without being ... ksssh!
Pastor Williams: Evil beings? You mean, like, what, vampires?
Piper: (laughs) Vampires. Ha! No, I was thinking more
along the lines of ... witches.
Pastor Williams: Witches, huh? Let me put it to you this way. I
sure wouldn't want to risk it.
Piper: Hmm.
Pastor Williams: I got to go. I'll see you later?
Piper: Yeah. Right. Absolutely.
(door clanks shut)
(thunder crashes)
Prue: Hold the doors! Oh, damn it. Can you, uh,
push 12, please?
Rex: Uh-huh. Here. Let me help.
Rex: Eighteenth century French art. You work at the auction
house upstairs?
Prue: No. Just interviewing, if I ever get there on time. Don't
want to get my King Louies mixed up. (phone ringing) Hello.
Uh ... Andy, how did you get this number?
Andy: I'm a detective, remember? Prue, I think we should talk.
Prue: Yeah, you know, it's just that I'm really late for this
interview.
Andy: I didn't mean for what happened last night to happen. You
have to know that.
Prue: Of course, you know, I'm totally wrong for it anyway.
Stuffy old auction house. Don't know why they even called.
Andy: Come on, Prue, listen to me. We've known each other for a
long time. We just couldn't help ourselves. It's nothing to be
ashamed of.
Prue: I know, Andy.
Andy: All we did was make love.
Prue: I know, Andy.
Andy: Then talk to me. Help me out here, Prue. Why'd you
sneak out like that?
Prue: I did not sneak -- out. Right? You were asleep; I
didn't want to wake you. And I did write you a note. I just
didn't leave it. (static) Hello? (dial tone) Hello?
(clearing throats)
Man: Hey! Hey, It missed my.. What the? It skipped my
floor. I can't believe...it did it again.
Rex: That was strange. Lucky you, huh?
Prue: Yeah, I'm charmed, all right.
Phoebe: Here you go. Thanks.
Stefan: Thank you.
Phoebe: Excuse me, but aren't you Stefan?
Stefan: Yes. I'm sorry. Do we know each other?
Phoebe: Oh, highly doubtful. I'm just familiar with your work,
like everyone else in the world.
Stefan: Well, I don't know about that, but I'll always take a
compliment from a gorgeous woman.
Phoebe: Well, I'm sure your girlfriend must appreciate that.
Stefan: (whispers) She's not my girlfriend.
Phoebe: Then why are you whispering?
Woman: Excuse me.
Phoebe: Oh. Oh, ok. Well, it was really nice meeting you.
Stefan: You, too. Listen, listen. I'm in town for a couple
of days doing a Porsche shoot.
Stefan: If you're interested, stop by. I would love to
photograph you. You do model, don't you?
Phoebe: In my dreams, yeah.
Piper: A driver just called in sick. Can you do a quick
delivery?
Phoebe: Sure. Is that guy at the bar staring at me?
Piper: A lot of guys at the bar are staring at you.
Phoebe: The one at the far end: Tall, dark, brooding, very New
York.
Piper: Sorry. No.
Assistant: He's seen your résumé
and is very impressed. I have to tell you he's already blown out six
other applicants.
Prue: I still don't know why he's interested. I never even
applied.
Assistant: He likes what you did at the museum, even though your
ex-boss trashed you. I mean, what's Roger got against you anyway?
Prue: Hard to say, unless shattering his male ego counts for
something. He's also my ex-fiancé.
Assistant: Got it. You ready?
Prue: Yeah.
Assistant: Rex Buckland, this is Prue Halliwell interviewing for
the new specialist.
Rex: Actually, we've already met. Welcome to my stuffy, old
auction house.
(rock music blaring)
Woman: Please, I beg you, don't hurt me! Let me go!
Please, Stefan!
Stefan: It's Javna.
Woman: Oh, my god! Wait! (screaming) (mumbling incoherently)
Stefan: (sinister chuckling)
Rex: How many exhibitions did you Correct?
Prue: Seven, including the Carlton Estate. It should be on my résumé.
Rex: Franklin Carlton? That's quite a coup.
Prue: Well, I tend to be on the persistent side. I usually get
what I want.
Rex: I don't doubt it. It's a shame, though, that you think
you're... how did you put it in the elevator? Totally wrong for the
job?
Prue: That was a private phone conversation.
Rex: Hardly.
Prue: You called me, remember? Not the other way around.
And while we're at it, I think it's incredibly unfair of you to eavesdrop on
a private call, and then misjudge me based entirely on what you thought you
heard.
Rex: You’re right. I apologize. It was unfair of me.
I'm new to all this. I've only just taken over the house from my
father, so I'm very protective of it. But, you know, I liked what you
did at the museum. You're attracting a younger market, and it's
totally
consistent with what I want to do here. It's just that, all these
qualifications aside, it's very important to me that whoever I hire truly
wants to be here. (intercom buzzes) Yeah.
Assistant: Excuse me, Mr. Buckland. Your next interview is
waiting. Should I reschedule him?
Rex: No. I think we're done here.
Prue: Well, thanks for your time.
Rex: Mm-hmm. My area of expertise ranges from Ming Dynasty to a
Mark McGuire rookie baseball care. You name it, I can identify it.
Now, I may not have sought this job originally, but I do want it. And
I am definitely right for it.
Phoebe: You would think after last night, Prue would be a lot
mellower. I mean, how long had it been? Six months?! And she's
worse.
Piper: It's just so un-Prue-like to have sex on the first date.
I mean, everything's changing since we've become ... ....you know.
Phoebe: Come on. You never had sex on the first date?
Piper: No. Have you? Don't answer that.
Phoebe: Well, it's not a regular thing. Of course, now
that I'm a witch, I can see if it's gonna be any good or not before it
actually...Hi.
Piper: What's the matter with you? Are you out of your mind?
Phoebe: Come on. It's not like he took me literally.
Piper: You don't know that. He could have. I just think we
need to be extra careful... in bed and out.
Phoebe: Ok, well, there's careful and then there's paranoid. Do
you want to talk about it?
Piper: Talk about what?
Pastor Williams: Hey, Phoebe! I didn't know you were back in
town.
Phoebe: Hey!
Pastor Williams: Take a bite out of the Big Apple, did ya?
Phoebe: Oh, I ate the worm. (laughs) Hey, I'm gonna go get
some gum. You guys want anything?
Pastor Williams: No, thanks.
Phoebe: Ok. Good to see you.
Pastor Williams: You, too.
Piper: Okay, here's the deal. I've got this friend. Has a
little problem. Could be bad. Now quite sure what to tell her.
Pastor Williams: You want to go inside?
Piper: No. I mean, I've gotta get going.
Pastor Williams: So what's her problem?
Piper: Well, she ... kind of, sort of thinks she might be a ... a
witch.
Pastor Williams: Witches again, huh?
Piper: It's not a good thing, is it?
Pastor Williams: Certainly not a question I get every day. How
well do you remember your Sunday school lessons? Exodus 22:18.
“Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live."
Piper: Meaning?
Pastor Williams: If you go by the old school, it means put her to
death. She's evil.
Phoebe: Here you go.
Cashier: $3.52.
Elderly Man: Should we use the grandchildren's birthdays? It's a
$10 million jackpot. Who knows? I mean, today may be our lucky
day.
Phoebe: Maybe.
Elderly Man: If not, we're going to lose our house.
Phoebe: 4, 16, 19, 30, 32, and 40. Those are the winning
numbers.
Cashier: Yeah, yeah, right, lady. You want this stuff or don't
you?
Phoebe: 4, 16, 19, 30, 32, and 40. Trust me, mister. Today
is your lucky day. You know, I think I'll buy one of these
lottery tickets, too.
Phoebe: Ready? Let's go.
Piper: What are you smiling about?
Phoebe: Nothing.
Andy: What do you want me to say? Something just does not
feel right to me about this. I can't help it.
Darryl: Oh, here we go again.
Andy: I mean, where are they, right? What's this guy doing with
these poor women?
Darryl: Thinking, uh, alien abduction, are ya?
Andy: I'm serious, Morris.
Darryl: I know. That's what scares me. Let me guess.
Favorite movie growing up, Ghostbusters? Am I right? Look, we
got a crazy, Trudeau. Likes the pretty ladies. That's it. The
end. If he comes back looking for more, we're gonna grab him, tag him,
make the world a safer place. That too hard to follow?
Andy: “Evil Dead 2”. Favorite movie growing up. Just for
the record.
Darryl: Bank across the street. I think we should grab the
ATM tapes and see if they.... Whoa! Where you going? Ah
... ooh, no, no. Forget it, Romeo. You're not blowing our cover.
Andy: Come on, Morris, cut me some slack. I have to talk to her.
Please? Five minutes. That's all I need.
Customer: Hi. For two please? Yes.
Piper: Cindy, come on. Your salmon's up. Hector, way
behind. We need clean plates.
Prue: Uh, you didn't give Andy my cell phone number by any chance, did
you?
Piper: No. Why?
Prue: Never mind.
Piper: Remind me-- I wanted to do this for a living, right?
Prue: Looks like you're the only one of us who's going to be doing
anything for a living. I think I blew my interview.
Piper: I can't imagine you were less than stellar.
Prue: What is Phoebe doing here?
Piper: Flirting.
Prue: Yeah, and she's wearing Armani. Where did she get that?
Piper: Not from my closet. Gotta go.
Phoebe: Prue, hi. This is my other sister. Prue, this is
Stefan, the photographer.
Stefan: Pleasure.
Prue: Likewise. Nice dress.
Phoebe: Don't worry. It's not yours.
Prue: I know. I could never afford it.
Phoebe: Will you excuse me for one minute? I'll be right back.
Prue: What do you mean, you charged it? How are you gonna pay
for that? You're broke.
Phoebe: Not for long.
Prue: What does that mean? You didn't use your powers again?
Phoebe: Maybe. Are you telling me you haven't?
Prue: No, I'm not telling you that. But we're not talking about
me, are we?
Piper: What are you guys doing in here?
Phoebe: Same thing we do at home.
Prue: What, did you go to the track, play the market, what?
Phoebe: The lottery.
Piper: Phoebe!
Phoebe: What did you want me to do, ignore the premonition, not help a
needy family? That's what we're supposed to do, right?
Prue: No! We are not supposed to use our powers for our own personal
gain. That is what it says in the Book of Shadows.
Piper: Not so loud.
Phoebe: You said we needed money, right? Well, I'm getting some.
Piper: Come on, you guys!
Prue: So get a job like everybody else!
Phoebe: I'm using my mind instead.
Andy: Prue.
Piper: Watch it! Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no. Not
again.
Prue: Now look at what you've done.
Phoebe: This is my fault?
Piper: You guys aren't frozen?
Phoebe: Guess it doesn't work on witches. Piper, How long does
it last?
Piper: I don't know ... not long.
Prue: Uh, it doesn't work out here, either.
Piper: Oh, tell me this isn't happening!
(indistinct conversations)
Phoebe: Calm down. It's ok. It's all gonna be ok.
Hostess: In the kitchen.
Prue: Oh, God. Andy's partner just came in, and he's headed this way.
Piper: What are we gonna do?
Phoebe: Stall him.
Prue: Uh, hey, hey, Inspector Morris, right?
Darryl: That's right. Is Trudeau in there?
Prue: Uh, Andy? Um, I don't know. Is he?
Darryl: Yeah, the hostess said he--
Phoebe: Ok, breathe, Piper, breathe.
Prue: I --I have not –
Darryl: Excuse me.
Prue: Wait!
Piper: Aaah!
Andy: Really think we should ...
Andy: ... talk. What are you doing here? I thought I had
five minutes?
Darryl: Yeah. I gave you ten.
Andy: How...?
Piper: Guys, you know, we're really busy in here.
Andy: Yeah, sure.
Prue: Uh, I'll call you later. I promise.
Andy: Okay.
Prue: Okay.
Andy: Good.
Phoebe: Bye.
Piper: I hate being a witch.
Phoebe: Hey. What are you doing?
Piper: Reading... thinking.
Phoebe: About what?
Piper: About how totally screwed we are now that we're witches.
Phoebe: Oh... That.
Piper: You don't understand. You don't think we are.
You're never afraid of anything. I envy that about you.
Always have.
Phoebe: Yeah, well, don't, because it gets me into trouble sometimes.
Piper, talk to me.
Piper: I don't know. It's just ... our whole lives we've been
like everybody else. Rushing off to work, going out on bad dates,
buying shoes. Then suddenly we wake up one day, and... everything is
different. We're witches now. I don't know if that's a good
thing or a bad thing.
Phoebe: Are you kidding? It's a great thing.
Piper: You don't know that. We don't know anything about these
powers. Why we have them, what they mean, where they even come from.
I mean, how do we know it's not... how do we know it's not from evil?
Phoebe: Piper, we've been through this. We're good witches.
Piper: How do we know? What about Jeremy? What about all
the other warlocks he said would be coming after us? How do we know
we're not just like them?
(Phoebe sighs)
Piper: That is what scares me. We don't know. I just...
I just want to be normal again, as messed up as that was. Is that too
much to ask for?
Phoebe: Piper, listen to me. You...are the sweetest, most caring
person I have ever met. No, I mean that. You are. You're
always there to help anybody, even strangers. You've been doing it
your whole life. So there's no way that you've been given this...
this gift ... if it wasn't to do good things with it. To protect the
innocent. Just like the Book of Shadows says. Besides, if
anyone should be concerned with being bad, it's me, right?
(Piper chuckles)
Phoebe: You've got nothing to be afraid of. I gotta run. I
am going to get my picture taken.
Prue: Thanks.
Andy: Thanks.
(jazzy music playing softly)
Andy: Prue-
Prue: Uh, Andy – You go first.
Andy: Go ahead. I'm not sorry it happened, Prue.
Prue: Well, I have to be honest with you, Andy. I am. I
mean, not because I didn’t enjoy it. I did. Especially the,
um...
Andy: Yeah, that was great.
Prue: Yeah. And ... of course, there was the, uh...
Andy: That was nice, too.
Prue: Yeah, but, you know, that's not the point. It's... (sighs)
I haven't seen you in almost seven years, and... to start right back where
we left off is...
Andy: I know. I know. Believe me. I just want to know why
you left, that's all. Why can't you tell me? What's the big
secret?
Prue: Believe me, you don't want to know.
Andy: Try me.
Prue: Well... my life, it's gotten... a little complicated. And
I just don't think that I should get involved in anything right now.
Andy: Prue... we had sex. It doesn't mean we have to
elope. Okay.
(chuckling)
Andy: How about this? Um ... why don't we just pretend like it
never happened?
Prue: Do you want me to toss you a life preserver now or just let you
sink on your own?
Andy: No, no. I'm serious. We'll just count that one as part of
our old relationship. We'll slow down, we'll start over. Prue,
we've been given a second chance here. I don't want to blow it this
time.
(cell phone ringing)
(pager going off)
Andy: Dating in the nineties.
Prue: Yeah. Excuse me. Hello. Uh ... yeah.
Absolutely. I'm sure that I can make that. Okay, thanks.
Prue: I don't believe it. That was the auction house. They
want me to come back in for a second interview. I've gotta go.
Uh ... just give me a little time to think things through, okay?
Piper: I have nothing to be afraid of. I have nothing to be
afraid of. Nothing. Nothing to be afraid of.
(creaking)
Piper: Nothing. I'm good! Brittany?
Brittany: You know me? I-is that my name?
Rex: Prue, thank you for coming back.
Prue: Well, thanks for having me back, although I must admit I didn't
expect it.
Rex: I told you I was interested, and I am. But first of all,
I'd just like to test your expertise, if you don't mind, just to see how
good you really are.
Rex: Be careful, watch your step. This is Hannah Webster, one of
our assistant specialists. This is Prue Halliwell.
Prue: Hi. Nice to meet you.
Rex: Please, tell us about this piece.
Prue: Well, Madonna of the Meadow, Giovanni Bellini, 16th century.
Fabulous piece. Worth $3-$4 million easily if it wasn't a copy.
Hannah: What makes you think it's a copy?
Prue: Too well-preserved; no yellowing. Besides, the frame
support is in pine, and Italian painters used poplar back then.
Rex: Hmm. Um, what about this one?
Prue: Degas. Actually, this was the only sculpture he exhibited
himself.
Rex: Watch out!
(Prue gasps and then Hannah gasps)
Rex: Are you ok?
Prue: Uh, uh, yeah. Yeah, I'm ok.
Rex: You sure? I'm sorry. I can't believe that happened.
Prue: No, it's okay.
Rex: Well, uh ... I really don't know what to say. Except you're
hired. If you still want the job.
Prue: Are you serious?
Rex: Can you start Monday?
Prue: Yeah, absolutely.
Rex: Terrific. It's done, then. We can sort out the
details when you come in. In the meantime... welcome aboard.
Prue: Thanks. Thanks a lot. Bye.
Rex: Well, what do you think?
Hannah: I think either she's the luckiest woman alive, or... she's a
witch.
Prue: Piper? Phoebe? Guess what!
Brittany: What?
Piper: Prue. Thank god you’re home.
Prue: Yeah. Who, uh ...?
Piper: Um...uh, here you go, Brittany. Why don't you go sit down
at the table, ok? There you go.
Prue: Um, sorry. Brittany?
Piper: You're not gonna believe this. I'm not sure I do. I
think... no, I know this woman is Brittany Reynolds.
Prue: Yeah, right, Piper, and I'm Rosie O'Donnell.
Piper: No, I mean it. Brittany has a tattoo, right? An
angel on her right hand, remember?
Prue: That can't be.
Piper: That's what I thought at first, but then I started asking her
some questions, things only Brittany would know. She may be senile,
but it was enough to convince me.
Phoebe: Stefan, it's me, Phoebe! (screams twice)
Prue: Piper, what were you talking about?
Piper: I'm telling you, I saw something about it in The Book of
Shadows. Ok, look. See? "Javna feeds one week out of every year,
stealing the life force from the young...
Prue: "...by invoking a black magic power that will allow you to gain
eternal youth."
Piper: It's got to be what happened to Brittany.
Prue: Yeah, but there must be some kind of incantation to reverse it
somehow.
Piper: There is. The Hand of Fatima. It says that the
Prophet Mohammed invoked it centuries ago to banish Javna back to wherever
the hell he came from.
Prue: Yeah, well, the problem is, we don't know who Javna really is,
let alone where he is.
(Brittany gasps) (glass breaks)
Piper: Brittany? Oh, my God, what happened?
Prue: Brittany, are you all right?
Piper: I'll call 911.
Prue: And tell them what, that she's dying of old age at 25?
(Brittany moans gently)
Prue: What is it?
Piper: It's a cocktail napkin from my restaurant... with Stefan's
address on the back.
Brittany: Javna.
Piper: Prue ... that's where Phoebe went.
Darryl: ATM tape caught the first victim.
Andy: And she's leaving with that photographer, Stefan.
Darryl: Yeah. Jibes with the last place she was seen before she
disappeared. Is he on our suspect list?
Andy: He just moved to the top.
Darryl: God bless ATMs.
Phoebe: Please , Stefan-- or whoever you are-- let me go.
Javna It’s Javna.
(Phoebe screams)
Prue: Do you see anything?
Piper: No. Prue...
Prue: Look, we'll find her.
Piper: Maybe we should call the police.
Prue: No. If Javna has her, we're the only ones who can stop him.
Piper: But we need Phoebe to do it. The incantation only works
with the three of us.
(Phoebe screams) (gasps)
(Javna yells)
Phoebe: Piper?
Piper: We need you. We don't have a lot of time, okay?
Phoebe: Prue, grab the mirror!
(Javna screaming)
Prue: All right, now.
Halliwells: "Evil eyes, look unto thee, may they soon
extinguished be. Bend thy will to the power of three, eye of
Earth, evil and accursed. "
Javna: You can't stop me. I will live forever! No!
Halliwells: "Evil eyes, look unto thee, may they soon
extinguished be. Bend thy will to the power of three, eye of
Earth, evil and accursed. "
Javna: No! No!
Phoebe: (panting) Very cool.
(Siren wailing)
Darryl: What the hell?
Andy: Prue? What are you doing here?
Officie: We got the backside..
Prue: Um, well, we... we were just trying to get the van started.
Piper: Yeah, Phoebe called. She was having car trouble.
Phoebe: Stefan was going to take some pictures of me.
Andy: You have any idea how lucky you are? This guy's the
stalker.
Darryl: No sign of him inside. His car's here, so he might still
be around. Stay with them.
(garbled radio message)
Andy: Excuse me.
Piper: Hey, how about that? You fixed it.
Andy: How about that?
Phoebe: Maybe we should go.
Andy: Good idea.
Prue: Uh, thanks. Call me?
Andy: Sure.
Phoebe: Oops. Excuse me. Excuse me. Hey. How are
you?
Piper: Do you know that girl?
Phoebe: I almost was that girl. She was one of Stefan's victims.
Obviously doesn't remember.
Prue: Lucky her.
Phoebe: No. Lucky me. I learned my lesson. I have got to
be more careful.
Prue: Excuse me. Did I just hear right? Did she actually
admit to doing something wrong?
Piper: That's what I heard.
Phoebe: Frame it. It won't happen again.
Piper: At least we helped those people. I mean, it's nice to
know our powers really are good.
Prue: Yeah. Good for everything but our love lives,
unfortunately. Although, I must admit, they do come in handy once in a
while
Phoebe: uh-huh. Hypocrite.
TV: And last night's winning lotto numbers are ...
Phoebe: The winning numbers. I won. Well, I did. (Sighs)
Prue: See? I told you. You can't intentionally use the powers
for your own personal gain. Remember?
Phoebe: It's a good thing I didn't take the tags off that dress.
Oh, well, at least the old couple didn't lose their house.
Piper: A toast to the Power of Three. Whether we like it or not.
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