"Sure, you can use P3 for a photo shoot." Hello? Remember me?
Oh, poor Piper! Well, you know what? The martyr routine's really getting old.
Hey guys, what's going on?
(to Phoebe) Shut up!
You know what? I am so sorry I didn't check with you about your stupid little club, but I was busy being the only witch concerned about the Triad.
Oh, right--without the mighty Prue Halliwell, we'd all be dead. Get over yourself, Prue.
Sisters, what has gotten into you two?
(to Phoebe) By the way, you owe me for a car tow and a tank of gas, you little leech!
I'm sorry, is it "Gang Up On Phoebe Day' and nobody told me?
News flash--the world does not revolve around Phoebe!
Yeah, so while you spend the night screwing the DA, we are stuck picking up your slack. (Andras, watching outside the window, infects Phoebe with rage)
What's the matter, Prue? Jealous? All work and no play making you even more boring?
Oh yeah, there's a lot to be jealous of, Phoebe. What, jealous that I'm still in school? Jealous that I'm still unemployed? And jealous that I am still living off of my sisters?
Yeah, Grams said you'd never amount to anything.
I am so sick that I have been saddled with the two of you my entire life!
Whatever, I'm leaving!
Oh sure--you're such an immature brat, you leave every time you can't hack something.
Well, there's nothing keeping me here now, is there?
Oh, well I see that you inherited Dad's talent for bailing!
That's because the two of us couldn't deal with living with the two of you!
Well, at least I'm not so stupid that I had to do college twice.
Well, at least I had the courage to go away to college. What's the matter, Piper? The real world too much for you? I am so sick of the two of you ganging up on me and judging me!
I am so sick of saving your asses!
I'm sick of being taken for granted, and those are mine! (yanks one of her earrings off Phoebe's ear)
Ouch! Bitch!
