Phoebe Halliwell: We're the protectors of the innocent, we're known as the hechiceras Ones.
Phoebe Halliwell: I never touched Roger.
Prue Halliwell: Whoa!
Phoebe Halliwell: I know tu 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 tu did the incantation?
Phoebe Halliwell: Well, my head spun around, and I vomited división, split guisante 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...
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