Charmed (TV Series)

Feats of Clay (1999)

Shannen Doherty: Prue Halliwell

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• Claire Pryce : Oh, hi. You must be Prue.

  Claire Pryce : Claire. Claire Pryce. The bank assigned me to see if the business is worth salvaging. I'm looking for inventory records. The files in my predecessor's office were empty.

  Prue Halliwell : Yes, well, Rex and Hannah weren't exactly qualified.

  Claire Pryce : Mm-hmm. Obviously why Buckland's is in such dire straits. To be honest with you, Prue, I don't know anything about auction houses, and I know even less about art. But what I do know is the bottom line. And if we don't move $1.2 million worth of inventory at the auction tomorrow, I'm shutting the place down.

  Prue Halliwell : Excuse me. Did you say tomorrow?

  Claire Pryce : Did I stutter?

• Prue Halliwell : Phoebe, I cannot risk this Auction House's reputation on something like this without checking on it first.

  Phoebe Halliwell : Come on, come on, I will, uh... what will I do? I will cook you dinner.

  Prue Halliwell : Oh, don't threaten me. Fine. I'll see what I can do.

• Palmer Kellogg : No! Don't you understand? You have to sell it before the curse...

  Prue Halliwell : Curse? What curse?

  Palmer Kellogg : The urn, it's cursed. Nevermind. Forget it, I'll get rid of it myself.

• Prue Halliwell : Where's Phoebe?

  Piper Halliwell : Upstairs. But you might want to...

  [pause] 

  Piper Halliwell : ... knock.

  Prue Halliwell : Phoebe, we need to talk...

  Phoebe Halliwell : [naked in bed]  Yes, we do!

  Prue Halliwell : Ohhh!

  [leaves] 

• Phoebe Halliwell : I hope you liked the show.

  Prue Halliwell : Phoebe, I'm so sorry. I had no idea.

  Phoebe Halliwell : What, that it was my room that you barged into? I had more privacy when I lived in New York, a tiny island crawling with eight million people.

  Prue Halliwell : And at least one thief.

  Phoebe Halliwell : I'm sorry. Excuse me?

• Prue Halliwell : It gets worse. If the background information is accurate, there's a curse attached to the urn. Anyone who steals it ends up dead, a victim of the Guardian who protects it, and she feeds off their greed.