Prue: I know somebody who can see anything.
Phoebe: Oh, no. Wait a minute. You tiptoe around the subject of Mom, you deny looking like her, you can't even go to the end of that dock because you're afraid to walk in her footsteps and now you want me to relive her last moments? How is that fair?
Prue: It's not. None of this is. Mom's death, Sam's guilt. But I'm asking you to help me end it.