Cupid: There’s a fine line between love and hate.
Piper: Oh, brother.
Phoebe: Would someone please tell me what is up with guys?
Piper: You don’t really expect me to have an answer for that do you?
Piper: Where’s Prue?
Phoebe: She spent the night at Jack’s. It’s too bad things with me and Mr. Creepy didn’t work out, we could have had a Halliwell hat trick last night.
Phoebe: I know this is reality, but why can’t a guy like that exist in my reality.
Phoebe: Come on, they don’t call it Lover’s Leap for nothing.
Cupid: Uh, Phoebe, actually that’s a reference to suicide.
Piper: I am a romantic comedy girl. Why go to horror movies when they come to us?
Melinda: How do you keep your legs warm?
Prue: We drink coffee.
Prue: Billy, it’s the 21st century. It’s the woman’s job to save the day.
Piper: I just wish I could get a live guy.
Piper: I am being stalked by psycho killers, and I hide in the shower.
Phoebe: I forgot your question.
Piper: I asked if Prue was going to have sex with someone other than herself this year.
Phoebe: That’s disgusting! Please say yes!
Leo: They told me he was here to make San Francisco his treat.
Prue: I don’t like earthquakes. I just don’t go running through the house naked screaming “Run for your life!”
Phoebe: That is such an exaggeration. I was wearing slippers.
Demon: Silly Wicca, tricks are for kids!
Phoebe: Come on, you don’t think we’ll be 60 and still living together, sharing clothes and a cat.
Piper: Well now that you put it that way, no, I don’t want to live with you anymore!
Prue: I hate to put a damper on this little love connection here sis, but we need to kick a little ass.
Prue: I don’t think that my wardrobe can take the assault of your daily needs.
Phoebe: Yo, Ho.
Piper: Did you just call me a hoe?
Phoebe: I wish I had dreams like that.
Piper: Mom would have to knock before she came into your dreams.
Leo: Its all under control, Piper cast a spell that summoned the ancestors of the seven dwarfs. Actually they prefer to be called little people.
Phoebe: Snow White and the Little People?
Prue: If he can kill thirteen unmarried witches before midnight, he’ll be freed from the underworld to wreak his terror every single day.
Piper: Unmarried. Like being single doesn’t have enough problems.
Andy: Prue, if you were in my shoes, what would you think?
Prue: First of all, nobody should be in those shoes.
Phoebe: Bright side?
Piper: Oh, I dare you.
Piper: What, I’m supposed to throw out perfectly good flowers ’cause they came from a creep? If that was the rule, we’d never have flowers in this house.
Phoebe: What was that?
Prue: Probably a zombie…or a vampire.
Phoebe: Great. Where’s Buffy when you need her?