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Phoebe Halliwell: Prue's new look is perfect for an SHW.
Prue Halliwell: SHW?
Phoebe Halliwell: Single Hot Witch.

Prue: Grams must've added this one.
Melinda Warren: To increase patience.
Phoebe: I bet she used that spell a lot raising us?
Prue: We weren't all troublemakers, Phoebe.
Phoebe: I was not a troublemaker. I was just...
Piper: A pain.
Phoebe: A free spirit.
Prue: A handful.

Piper: I was just wondering, do you ever... think of me?
Leo: Yeah.
Piper: In what way? As a friend sort of way or...?
Leo: You have beautiful eyes.
Piper: That's a good way.

Phoebe: Okay. Look Prue, I think we need to put some major closer on this or we're gonna be in rocking chairs slurping oatmeal out of rubber spoons and I'm still gonna hear about Roger. Piper, am I a boyfriend thief?

Piper: Totally.

Phoebe: Besides Roger, whom again Prue, I never touched.

Piper: My boyfriend. Billy Wilson.

Phoebe: Billy W... Eight grade Billy Wilson?

Piper: You kissed him at homecoming.

Phoebe: No, I did not kiss him at homecoming. I was helping him find a contact lens.

Rex Buckland: Prue, your, um, sister's here to see you. She's waiting in your office.
Prue: Which sister?
Rex Buckland: The one who upon seeing your office, said "Damn, I should go back to college."
Prue: Phoebe.

Phoebe: You want a man who is single, smart, endowed?

Piper: Employed.

Phoebe: Oh, sorry, employed. A man who loves sleeping in on Sunday, sunset bike rides, cuddling by a roaring fire, and late-night talks. A man who loves love as much as you do. Wow. You're a romantic.

Piper Halliwell: Yep. Your turn. You want the sexy, silent type that finds you driving through town on the back of a Harley at 3:00 in the morning. A man who appreciates scented candles, body oils and Italian sheets.

Phoebe: He's about hunger and lust and danger and even know you know all this, even know you know he'll never meet your friends or share a holiday meal with your family, you still can't stay away. And he recycles.

Piper: He recycles?

Phoebe: Yeah. And I think it goes without saying we both want a man who is well employed.

Piper: I've never seen anybody killed before.
Phoebe: Jeremy.
Prue: Javna.
Piper: I mean humans.

Phoebe: Prue's party tips; meet, greet and bail.

Piper: Prue is gona be pissed.
Phoebe: Newsflash! Stop worrying. You'll get wrinkles.

Phoebe: Why didn't you tell Prue I was coming back?
Piper: And risk her changing the locks? I don't think so.