Phoebe Halliwell: We're the protectors of the innocent, we're known as the Charmed 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 split pea 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 are invoked here. Great work of magic is sought. In this night and in this hour, I call upon the ancient power. Bring your powers to we sisters three. We want the power. Give us the power.
Phoebe Halliwell: I'm not afraid of our powers. I mean, everyone inherits something from their family, right?