- Phoebe Halliwell: Yep. Look, I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but why are you here... with me now?
- Clay: Why? Can't a guy visit?
- Phoebe Halliwell: Yeah, but you're not just a guy. You're Clay, and Clay comes with strings attached.
- Clay: I never could hide anything from you.
- Phoebe Halliwell: Actually you could. That was one of our problems. Remember?
- Clay: I picked up this urn at a overseas market. Thought it might be worth something.
- Phoebe Halliwell: So you want me to get Prue to help you. Because of the Auction House.
- Clay: Guilty.
- Phoebe Halliwell: Whew. For a minute there, I thought you were here to win me back.
- Claire Pryce: Oh, hi. You must be Prue.
- Claire Pryce: Claire. Claire Pryce. The bank assigned me to see if the business is worth salvaging. I'm looking for inventory records. The files in my predecessor's office were empty.
- Prue Halliwell: Yes, well, Rex and Hannah weren't exactly qualified.
- Claire Pryce: Mm-hmm. Obviously why Buckland's is in such dire straits. To be honest with you, Prue, I don't know anything about auction houses, and I know even less about art. But what I do know is the bottom line. And if we don't move $1.2 million worth of inventory at the auction tomorrow, I'm shutting the place down.
- Prue Halliwell: Excuse me. Did you say tomorrow?
- Claire Pryce: Did I stutter?
- Prue Halliwell: Phoebe, I cannot risk this Auction House's reputation on something like this without checking on it first.
- Phoebe Halliwell: Come on, come on, I will, uh... what will I do? I will cook you dinner.
- Prue Halliwell: Oh, don't threaten me. Fine. I'll see what I can do.
- Palmer Kellogg: No! Don't you understand? You have to sell it before the curse...
- Prue Halliwell: Curse? What curse?
- Palmer Kellogg: The urn, it's cursed. Nevermind. Forget it, I'll get rid of it myself.
- Phoebe Halliwell: We can't live together forever. What do we expect, to be sixty years old and still be sharing clothes and a cat?
- Piper Halliwell: Well, now that you put it that way, no. I don't want to live with you anymore.
- Prue Halliwell: Where's Phoebe?
- Piper Halliwell: Upstairs. But you might want to...
- [pause]
- Piper Halliwell: ... knock.
- Prue Halliwell: Phoebe, we need to talk...
- Phoebe Halliwell: [naked in bed] Yes, we do!
- Prue Halliwell: Ohhh!
- [leaves]
- Phoebe Halliwell: I hope you liked the show.
- Prue Halliwell: Phoebe, I'm so sorry. I had no idea.
- Phoebe Halliwell: What, that it was my room that you barged into? I had more privacy when I lived in New York, a tiny island crawling with eight million people.
- Prue Halliwell: And at least one thief.
- Phoebe Halliwell: I'm sorry. Excuse me?
- Prue Halliwell: It gets worse. If the background information is accurate, there's a curse attached to the urn. Anyone who steals it ends up dead, a victim of the Guardian who protects it, and she feeds off their greed.
- Phoebe Halliwell: He totally used me, Piper. He just used me to get to Prue.
- Piper Halliwell: I'm sorry.
- Phoebe Halliwell: Thanks for not saying, I told you so." Why didn't I see it coming? What am I? A sucker for punishment?
- Piper Halliwell: No. You see the good in people, and that's never wrong. Besides, the wrong guys are usually the most interesting.
- Piper Halliwell: Uh, Doug, what about Shelley?
- Doug: Who cares about Shelley when I've got Thursday, Friday, and Saturday all lined up and waiting.
- [to Phoebe]
- Doug: I don't believe I've had the pleasure.
- Piper Halliwell: I don't believe you will. Off limits.