Piper: I don't want to live forever. I don't want to spend the rest of my life trapped in a painting hanging on some wall, wearing a broken shoe.
Prue: Well, neither do I, but there is a solution.
Piper: You call that a solution, braving endless fireballs to get a message to Phoebe?
Prue: Okay, so it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that the situation is pretty bad.
Piper: No, but it may just take a rocket scientist to get us out of here. Phoebe.
Malcolm: Another witch sister?
Piper: Not any witch. A super witch. She's a genius.
Prue: Piper, I don't really think that you're helping the situation.
Piper: No, I mean it. She's a walking brain trust. An Einstein with cleavage. She cast a spell on herself, Prue. A smart spell.
Malcolm: Can she save us?
Piper: Forget the details, Prue. Just know that if anybody can get us out of here, it's Phoebe. We need to get back to that living room, get Nell's name on that window...
Prue: Piper, wait.
Piper: No, no, no, we can't wait. It's only temporary. The spell ends at 7 tonight.