Mrs. Johnson: Well, I'm finding it hard to believe enough times gone by for you to of grown up so much. Here. (She hands Piper the plate of cookies.)
Phoebe: Aww, look at little Prue. Nice pigtails Piper. (She laughs.)
Piper: Not fair.
Phoebe: No, what's not fair is that I never got to go to camp with you guys.
(She grabs the plate off Piper and starts eating a cookie.)
Piper: Um, we heard you were thinking of opening up the camp again.
Mrs. Johnson: Oh, was. I thought it was over and then today another drowning. I can't ask the campers to go swimming in the lake when…
Piper: Um, we were wondering if you might help us with something. Prue was up here the other day and she mentioned a man, um, older, a bit off.
Phoebe: I think the word that she used was crazy.
Piper: We were wondering if you might know who he is.
Mrs. Johnson: Oh, Sam. Only one it could be. The man's not wired together properly. He showed up when the drownings started. He just stayed here, no friends, no life of his own. You know, with someone like that, you have to wonder what he's capable of. (Piper and Phoebe look at each other.)