Prue: Look, I have just found out that I am a witch, that my sisters are witches and that we have powers that will apparently unleash all forms of evil. Evil that is apparently going to come looking for us. So excuse me, Phoebe, but I'm not exactly in a homeopathic mood right now.
Phoebe: Then move your headache out of your mind.
(A bottle of Aspirin flies to Prue's hand)
Phoebe: You move things when you're upset.
Prue: This is ridiculous! I thought that you landed on your arm, not your head.
Phoebe: You don't believe me?
Prue: Of course I don't believe you!
(Three bottles of Aspirin fly towards Prue)
Phoebe: Now let's talk about dad and see what happens...
Prue: He's dead, Phoebe.
Phoebe: No, he's moved from New York but he's very much alive.
Prue: He isn't to me. He died the day he left mom.
Phoebe: What are you talking about? He's always been a button-pusher for you! You're mad he's alive, you're mad I tried to find him, and you're mad I came back. Dad. Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad, Dad!
(The entire medicine aisle suddenly explodes its contents into the floor around them)
Phoebe: Feel better?