Charmed Season 1 Episode 16

Phoebe: "Curiously, the only item found by the slain body of Helena Statler was a blue sweater."
Prue: That's a shame because I kinda liked that sweater.
Phoebe: What's with the gift basket?
Prue: Oh, it's a thank you for my assistant. Believe me, she earned it.
Piper: Tumbler number 345, 46 and 47. And that ladies is the end of Quake's yearly inventory.
Phoebe: And the end of crowded bathrooms, the end of no hot water and the end of three Prue's hogging all the good clothes.
Prue: You know one day you might actually hear what you sound like when you say stuff like that.
Phoebe: And I will find myself sassy and delightful.
Prue: I won't count on it. All right, to me, myself and I, and to you guys. I couldn't have done it without you, thank you.
Phoebe: And to me for kicking some serious demon butt.
Prue: And to clones who vanished without a trace.
Piper: Poor Andy, do you think he'll ever figure it out?
Prue: I don't know but uh, I wouldn't underestimate him. After what happened this morning we're gonna have to be extra careful.

Piper: And since it's time for Quake's yearly inventory, I have to count everything in the restaurant down to the last swizzle stick. It's gonna take days.
Prue: I guess that's why you get paid the medium-sized bucks.
Piper: And which bucks would those be exactly?
(Prue notices a statue standing in the living room.)
Prue: Okay, okay, what's wrong with this picture?
Piper: Aside from me not getting paid enough?
Prue: No. What is grams' statue still doing in the living room?
Piper: We talked about it last night remember?
Prue: Yes, I do remember, and I thought that we agreed that it was an eyesore and she was going back to storage.
Piper: That is before I learned that storage down town is now 90 bucks a month and storage here is free. So, I called Phoebe and we decided that she can stay here and last I checked we were still living in a democracy.
Prue: Okay, but Piper, she's ugly.
Piper: Majority rules, sis. Unless, you can move her.
(Prue tries to move her with her power. She can't.)
Prue: Oohh... okay, okay, that didn't work.
Piper: It's solid marble. It took eight of Phoebe's bouncer friends to move it. It's too heavy for you.
Prue: You know, my powers are still growing and one day...
Piper: You can move it into the basement. But until then suffer.
Phoebe: (from other room) Eeyah!
Prue: Phoebe.

Gabriel: Luther Stubbs.
Stubbs: Yeah, who wants to know?
Gabriel: I'm a fan. I saw your bout in St. Louis three years ago. Bloodiest fight I've ever seen. The other boxer didn't even make it to the hospital. Died in the ring.
Stubbs: Yeah, well, you know. Everybody gotta go sometime.
Gabriel: I wanna know what it felt like to take another life with your own hands.
Stubbs: The guy didn't even cut me, man. Now move.
Gabriel: Not till I get what I came for.
Stubbs: And what might that be?
Gabriel: Your killer instinct.
(Gabriel gets his crystal sword out stabs him. A bright light shines out of Luther's body and into Gabriel's sword.)

Piper; Hey, check out G.I. Joe.

Piper: Can we have a word with Prue?
Both Prues: Sure.
Piper: The real Prue.
Real Prue: Yeah, what's up?
Piper: Um, in private please. If you don't mind.
Phoebe: It's important. Sister stuff. Uh, no offence.
Blue Prue: None taken. I'll wait out in the hall.

Real Prue: Don't worry I'm never casting that spell again, I won't risk anymore me's.
Blue Prue: What about our plan?
Real Prue: We will still use our powers to sneak into Gabriel's estate. Except we won't be alone when we find him.
Blue Prue: Prue, we're geniuses.
Phoebe: What are you people thinking?
Real Prue: Gabriel Statler is a flesh and blood person with a flesh and blood sister. The only thing that protects him, that makes him invulnerable is that sword.
Blue Prue: And Gabriel has this weird binding passion for Helena. So, if we grab her we can use her as leverage. A sword for his sister.

Prue: What was that?
Pink Prue: Hail Mary pass.
Prue: Okay, alright, let us think, um, I got it. I will take Claire to the wrong address, pretend we've been stood up or something. You call the other one of us at Quake.
Pink Prue: I love it when I'm so decisive.
Prue: Okay, look, you go get the other Prue and take her to the manor. Okay, and we'll finish this. (She dials the phone) Hey, yeah, Pheebs, it's me. No, the real one. I'm just checking in.
Pink Prue: We do that a lot don't we? Check in with our sisters, make sure they're okay. Don't you think if there were a problem, they would call us and let us know?
Prue: Phoebe, I'll call you back. I have to go yell at myself.

Black Prue: Did you have to make her copy all the files?
Pink Prue: You wanted her to see us together?
Black Prue: No but you didn't even thank her and you were so bossy.
Pink Prue: That's why we are called bosses. All right well now that we have Gabrial Statler's address...
Black Prue: No. Alright you stay here and I will talk to Claire first.
Pink Prue: Why do you get to talk to Claire?
Black Prue: Because I still have to work here when all this is over
Claire (off screen): Prue are you there?
Black & Pink Prue: Claire!

Prue: You look great.
Pink Prue: No you look great.
Blue Prue: Is my skirt tight enough?
Pink Prue: Yeah.
Prue: It's perfect.

Phoebe: Prue.
Prue: What?
Pink Prue: What?
Blue Prue: What?

Piper (to the chefs at Quake, whom Blue Prue is flirting with): Come on you guys, get to work…yeah I know, it's thrilling...
Blue Prue: I guess I shouldn't pet the help.

Phoebe: It could be the upstairs-bathroom-hogging Prue or the downstairs-bathroom-hogging Prue or the sitting-in-the-kitchen-drinking-all-the-coffee Prue.

Andy: I just told you I saw your sister dead and you're relieved?
Phoebe: Well Andy, it's no secret that we fought at times.

Phoebe: I think I might have just found a way to take some of the Disney out of our life.

Piper: This is ridiculous. This is like...this is like "The Parent Trap" with a B cup.

Phoebe (from the living room): Eeyah!
Prue: Phoebe.
Cut to the living room. Phoebe is kicking and punching a dummy.
Prue: Phoebe?
Phoebe: Ooh, hi. I uh... I was just, uh...
Piper: Opening up a can of whoop ass.

Pink Prue: Hello, Piper? It's me, Prue.
Piper: Which one?
Pink Prue (bubbly): The pink one!

Prue: Great, so some guy couldn't keep it in his sheath and now I'm marked for death.
Piper: Well, some men can be very sensitive about their weapons.