Charmed

Piper: No, I understand. Okay, bye. (She hangs up. Phoebe walks in.) Phoebe: Who was that? Piper: Rob, the banker. Or rather, his assistant. Telling me that my loan has been denied. Phoebe: Oh, honey, I'm so sorry. Piper: That's okay. Just wasn't meant to be, I guess. Really glad I never slept with him, though. What was I thinking? Phoebe: About Leo, maybe? Piper: Ugh. Phoebe: Wine? (She holds up the bottle of wine.)

Nicholas: You remember the feeling, don't you? (Prue falls to the floor.) Prue: "Lavender, mimosa, holy thistle, cleanse this evil from our midst scatter..." Nicholas: You're overheating. Your brain cells are frying. It's over. Prue: "Scatter its cells throughout time. Let this Nick no more exist." (Nicholas is vanquished. Prue collapses on the floor.)

Prue: Hello? Piper: Prue, thank god you're there. Jeremy... Prue: Piper, calm down... Piper: Just attacked me. Prue: Jeremy? That is impossible. We vanquished him a year ago.

Grams' Voice: The Power of Three. (Piper pulls away.) Piper: Did you hear that? Grams' Voice: The Power of Three. Rob: Hear what? (Piper looks around.) Piper: Grams? (Jeremy appears and knocks Rob unconscious. Piper screams and backs away.) Jeremy: You're dead, witch. (Piper freezes him.) Piper: Oh my God. Jeremy?

Abraxas: Were you vanquished by the Charmed Ones? Jeremy: Yeah. Why? Abraxas: I'm giving you a second chance.

Prue: Mrs. Milton. Hi. I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Mrs. Milton: Oh, no problem. I was just looking around. Prue: Well, I think that we'll have a great turnout for the preview. We've been getting an excellent response to your husband's collection. Mrs. Milton: I'm not surprised. Prue: Now, the opening bid prices may look a little low, but don't worry. It should attract a lot of buyers, which should result in a bidding war. It's the best way to sell inventory like this at top dollar. Is that all right with you? Mrs. Milton: I guess I'm having a little more trouble letting go of John's things than I thought. Prue: That's only natural. It's not easy. Mrs. Milton: I suppose that you deal with death quite a bit in your line of work, don't you? I mean, like this, auctioning off some poor widow's inheritance. Prue: This? Unfortunately, yes. Mrs. Milton: I just keep going over and over in my mind the last time I saw him before the accident. And I keep thinking if only I'd done something or said something to stop him from getting in the car, maybe he'd still be alive.

Piper: Did you find anything? Phoebe: Nothing. But whatever it was literally came out of nowhere and disappeared into nowhere. Piper: Well, it took the Book of Shadows somewhere. And he's powerful too. No other demon's been able to steal the book. Prue: But if he's so powerful, why didn't he kill us? Phoebe: He probably didn't want to go up against you. Prue: Me? What do you mean? Phoebe: That's what the Book of Shadows says. "Fight it with the Power of One." That's gotta mean your power. It's the strongest. Prue: Says who? Phoebe: Says every demon or warlock we've ever gone up against. Piper: She's right, Prue. The power of one's gotta mean you, otherwise it would've said the Power of Three. The only question is how are we gonna find this demon. We don't know anything about him. Phoebe: Well, we better think of something fast because without the Book of Shadows, we're not the Charmed Ones anymore. (The doorbell rings.)

Phoebe: Prue! Piper! (Prue and Piper come in.) Prue: What's going on? Phoebe: Uh, I don't know. Piper: Why does the book do that? How does the book do that? (They go over to the Book and look at the page it opens up to.) Phoebe: "Rite of passage. Fight it with the Power of one or else..." (A vortex opens in the wall and a gust of wind blows through the attic. A demon is sitting in the vortex. Prue hesitates to use her power and the demon steals the Book. The vortex closes.) Piper: What the hell was that? Phoebe: The Book Of Shadows. Where's the Book of Shadows? Piper: So much for being demon-free.

Phoebe: Then Prue can kick some astral ass with the power of one!

Phoebe (after vanquishing Abraxas): And we didn't even have to get naked!

Piper: The paramedic said you almost died. Prue: Yeah, what else is new?

Piper: Phoebe are you there? Phoebe: AT&T Power of Three.

Phoebe (tapping the wall): Came out of nowhere and disappeared into nowhere! Piper: Well it took the Book of Shadows somewhere.

(The Book of Shadows flips some pages) Piper: Why does the book do that? How does the book do that?

Piper: It's not...it's not what you think... We were...we were just kissing that's all!

(The doctor has just asked if Prue's temperature ever spontaneously rose) Doctor: Has that ever happened to you before? Phoebe (giggling): It's happened to us all before.

Piper (after talking about next door neighbor Dan): Demons now, drooling later.

Phoebe (looking at the Triquetra): The connection...

Phoebe (to Piper after catching her making out with a guy on the couch): Last I heard you were meeting a banker friend about the loan...(she looks over at the handsome man sitting on the couch) Is this the credit check?

Phoebe (to Piper about Dan): I saw him first!

(After the sisters first see new neighbor Dan as he walks into their home following his niece) Prue, Piper & Phoebe: Whoa!

Phoebe: What have we got to lose, okay? Piper and Phoebe notice all the other women have taken off their clothes. Piper: Well, apparently we've got our clothes to lose. Phoebe: I see that. Phoebe starts taking off her clothes. Piper: No. Whoa, whoa. Wait. What are you doing? Phoebe: When in Rome. Piper: No! No! No! We're not in Rome, Phoebe. We're in California and it's illegal here!

Prue, Piper & Phoebe: Hear now the words of the witches, the secrets we hid in the night. The oldest of Gods are invoked here, the great work of magic is sought. In this night, and in this hour we call upon the ancient power.

Piper has just drawn the triquetra symbol on the wall with chalk. Phoebe: You really think that's the window? Piper: You said yourself the triquetra's the key, our connection. And besides, we keep hearing grams say The Power of Three. This is what that stands for. Either that or I just screwed up this wall for no reason.

Grams: All things are possible, my dear. It's just simply a matter of your being able to do them.