Charmed1998

Piper Halliwell:
You cast a Truth Spell?

Prue Halliwell:
Yes. Look, please, no more questions.

Piper Halliwell:
Why?

Prue Halliwell:
I wanted to know what Andy would think of me if he found out I was a witch.

Piper Halliwell:
Oh.

Phoebe Halliwell:
I can't believe it.

Prue Halliwell:
Oh, look who's talking, little Miss Spell-of-the-Week.

Phoebe Halliwell:
No, no. I mean, I can't believe you actually took my advice. The biggest pooper at the wicca party has finally used her power for personal gain. It's about time.

Piper Halliwell:
Personal? It's affecting us. Prue, what have you done?

Prue Halliwell:
The spell was only supposed to work on me. It said those in this house. I thought I was alone.

Piper Halliwell:
Well, obviously, you weren't.

Piper Halliwell:
Wait! We have to undo it right now, fast.

Prue Halliwell:
Can't. Twenty-four-hour time limit, which means until eight o'clock tonight, everybody who comes into contact with us will have no choice but to speak the truth.

Piper Halliwell:
What do you mean no choice?

Prue Halliwell:
Exactly that. Ask me a question.

Phoebe Halliwell:
I'm game. Prue, what do you think of me?

Prue Halliwell:
While I admire your confidence and your fearlessness, your utter lack of responsibility frustrates me to no end. Oh God, that is so enough.

Piper Halliwell:
Oh, my God. This could be very dangerous.