Phoebe Halliwell: We're the protectors of the innocent, we're known as the jovens bruxas Ones.

Phoebe Halliwell: I never touched Roger.
Prue Halliwell: Whoa!
Phoebe Halliwell: I know you think otherwise, because that's what that Armani- wearing, Chardonnay-slugging trust-funder told you. But...

Piper Halliwell: It doesn't matter because nothing happened... Right, Phoebe?... when you did the incantation?
Phoebe Halliwell: Well, my head spun around, and I vomited dividido, dividir ervilha soup. How should I know?

Phoebe Halliwell: Hear now the words of the witches, the secrets we hid in the night. The oldest of gods...