I've Got You Under My Skin P1

I've Got You Under My Skin p1

Phoebe: Oops, sorry.

Piper: I'm gonna kill him.

Phoebe: Who?

Piper: Chef Moore. He, of the phony accent, hires me and then quits to open his new place. Thank you very much.

Phoebe: I don't see any customers complaining.

Piper: Hello, I am not a restaurant tour. I'm a chef. I have no idea what I am doing. Are you wearing my dress?

Phoebe: Hey, Brittany. Ooh, I love that tattoo.

Brittany: Thanks.

Phoebe: I thought it was illegal to get them on your hand because of the veins.

Brittany: In the States, yeah. I got it done in Tahiti. (She hands Piper some money.) Keep the change, Piper. I gotta jam.

Piper: Okay, say hi to Max.

Brittany: Bye.

Piper: (to a waitress) Table nine please. (Phoebe sees a guy and has a premonition.) Now, back to my dress.

Phoebe: Okay, see that poster boy to your left? (Piper looks at him.) Just glance, don't be obvious.

Piper: I approve, who is he?

Phoebe: His name is Alec and he's about to come over and ask if he could by me a martini.

Piper: How do you know?

Phoebe: Let's just say I saw the age old problem of who approaches who. I had a little premonition.

Piper: What? Phoebe, you are not supposed to use your powers, we agreed.

Phoebe: No, you and Prue agreed. I abstained. Besides, it's not like I can control it, it just popped into my head.

Piper: That's the whole point. None of us can control our powers. That's what scares me. I could panic and freeze the entire restaurant.

Phoebe: Shh, here he comes.

Alec: I was just sitting over there wondering if I could buy you a martini or something.

Phoebe: Martini, hmm, imagine that. I would love one. It's Alec, right?

Alec: Yeah, how'd you know my name?

Phoebe: Wild guess. Do you wanna grab a table?

Alec: Yeah.

Piper: Prue is gonna be pissed.

Phoebe: News flash. Stop worrying, you'll get wrinkles.

Prue: Morning.

Piper: Morning.

Prue: What are you watching?

Piper: Nothing. Just a show.

Prue: About witches? Are you worried we're gonna be burnt at the stake?

Piper: Yeah, right. By the way, Andy called.

Prue: When?

Piper: While you were in the shower. Bad date?

Prue: No. No, no. Not at all. It was great. You know, dinner, movie, sex.

Piper: Excuse me? On your first date? You sleaze.

Prue: It wasn't exactly our first date, Piper.

Piper: High school doesn't count. That was last decade. Spill it. Ooh, that bad, huh?

Prue: No. Actually, that good. It was— Well, we were amazing. But that's not the point. I told myself that things would be different. That we would take it slow. It just shouldn't of happened, that's all.

Phoebe: What shouldn't have happened?

Piper: Prue slept with Andy.

Phoebe: Hello.

Prue: Thanks a lot, mouth.

Phoebe: Wait, you were gonna tell her but not me? Family meeting.

Prue: Speaking of last night. What time did you end up rolling in?

Phoebe: No, no, no. Do not change the subject.

Prue: Don't dodge the question.

Piper: It must of been at least after three.

Phoebe: I must still be in New York time.

Prue: Actually, that would make it later.

Piper: Or maybe you and Alec.

Prue: Who's Alec?

Piper: Some hottie she hit on in the restaurant.

Phoebe: Excuse me, where vision is history, he hit on me. Remember, the whole vision thing.

Prue: Vision thing? Please tell me you didn't use your powers.

Piper: Don't put me in the middle.

Prue: I'm not. You were born in the middle. Look, I thought that we agreed.

Phoebe: No, we didn't. You agreed. You laid down the law. There's a difference.

Prue: Phoebe, our powers aren't toys. We have to be careful or they can get us killed.

Piper: She's right. We don't want any warlocks finding us.

Phoebe: Look, it was just a lousy premonition, that's all. Nobody died. Besides, you guys can't control control your powers any better than I can. And F.Y.I. nothing happened last night. At least nothing I'm ashamed of.

Prue: There's another reason we have to be careful. Andy thinks someone's abducting women in our area.

Phoebe: Abducting women? What do you mean?

Prue: I mean warlocks aren't the only evil we have to watch out for. And F.Y.I. I'm not ashamed of anything.

Max: She didn't come home at all last night. That's not like Brittany, believe me.

Morris: Tell me, Max. What time did she leave to go to Quake?

Max: 8:30. She called around ten, said she was coming home. But I'm really worried.

Andy: Chances are she'll show up. Usually do. The best thing to do right now is to go home and see if she calls, alright. Will you do that?

Max: Yeah, thanks.

Andy: Forth one this week.

Morris: Yeah, well, they can't just be disappearing into thin air. Do something to your hair?

Andy: At least we narrowed down his feeding pool to the area around the restaurant.

Morris: Yeah, well, better tell your sweetie to lock the door at night.

Piper: Pastor Williams, you scared me.

Pastor Williams: I'm sorry. Aren't you a little early? Dropping off the unused food from the restaurant. I thought you weren't coming by until this afternoon.

Piper: I am. I mean, I'm coming back with everything.

Pastor Williams: Great. So what are you doing here now?

Piper: Nothing really. Just, uh, just thinking.

Pastor Williams: About?

Piper: Mary Estee.

Pastor Williams: Who?

Piper: It's just a stupid documentary I saw. By the way, is it true that evil beings can't go into a church without being... (She makes a noise and moved her hands to show they were hit by lightning. They laugh.)

Pastor Williams: Evil beings? You mean, like what? Vampires?

Piper: Vampires, no. I was thinking more on the lines of witches.

Pastor Williams: Witches, huh? Let me out it to you this way. I sure wouldn't wanna risk it. I gotta go. I'll see you later?

Piper: Yeah, right, absolutely.

Prue: Hold the door. (She runs in the elevator and drops her briefcase. Everything falls out of it.) Damn it. Rex, can you push twelve please? (He does so.)

Rex: Here let me help. (He bends down and picks up some papers.) Eighteenth century French art. Do you work in the auction house upstairs?

Prue: No, just interviewing, if I ever get there in time. Don't let me get my King Louies' mixed up. (Prue's phone rings. She answers it.) Hello? Uh, Andy, how did you get this number?

Andy: Prue, I think we should talk.

Prue: Yeah, it's just that I'm really late for this interview.

Andy: I didn't mean for what happened last night to happen, Prue. You have to know that, Prue.

Prue: Of course I'm you know, totally wrong for it anyway, stuffy old auction house. I don't even know why you called.

Andy: Come on, Prue. Listen to me. We've known each other for a long time. We just couldn't help ourselves. It's nothing to be ashamed of.

Prue: I know, Andy.

Andy: All we did was make love.

Prue: I know, Andy.

Andy: Talk to me, help me out here, Prue. Why'd you sneak out like that?

Prue: I did not sneak out. Right, you were asleep. I didn't want to wake you. And I did write, you know, I just didn't leave it. (The phone crackles.) Hello? Hello? (She hangs up. The door on the elevator starts to open but Prue uses her power to make it close.)

Guy: Hey, it missed my floor.

(Prue uses her power so it misses everyone else's floor and it goes straight to floor twelve.)

Rex: That was strange. Lucky you, huh?

(The door opens.)

Prue: Yeah, I'm charmed alright.

Phoebe: Here you go.

Stefan: Thank you.

Phoebe: Excuse me, but aren't you Stefan?

Stefan: Yes. I'm sorry, do we know each other?

Phoebe: Oh, highly doubtful. I'm just familiar with your work. Like everyone else in the world.

Stefan: Well, I don't know about that. Well, I'll take a compliment from a gorgeous woman.

Phoebe: I'm sure your girlfriend must appreciate that.

Stefan: (whispering) She's not my girlfriend.

Phoebe: (whispering) Then why are you whispering?

Woman: Excuse me. (She leaves.)

Phoebe: Ooh, ooh, okay. Well, it was really nice meeting you.

Stefan: You too. Listen, listen. I'm in town for a couple of days doing a Porsche shoot. If you're interested, stop by. I would love to photograph you. You do model don't you?

Phoebe: In my dreams, yeah.

Piper: A driver just called in sick. Can you do a quick delivery?

Phoebe: Sure. Is that guy at the bar staring at me?

Piper: There are a lot of guys at the bar staring at you.

Phoebe: The one at the far end. Tall, dark, brooding, very New York.

Piper: Sorry, no.

Woman: He's seen your resume and is very impressed. I gotta tell you, it's already blown out six other applicants.

Prue: I still don't know why he's interested. I never even applied.

Woman: He likes what you did at the museum. Even though your ex-boss trashed you. What's Roger got against you anyway?

Prue: Hard to say. Unless shattering his ego counts for something. He's also my ex-fiancé.

Woman: Got it. You ready?

Prue: Yeah.

Woman: Rex Buckland, this is Prue Halliwell. Interviewing for the new specialist.

Rex: Actually we've already met. Welcome to my stuffy auction house.

Woman: Please, don't hurt me. Let me go. Please, Stefan.

Stefan: It's Javna.

(His eyes glow and a really bright light comes out of his eyes and goes into hers. She screams and she turns into an old woman. Stefan then turns young again.)

Rex: How many divisions did you correct?

Prue: Seven, including the colonist estate. It should be on my resume.

Rex: Franklin Carlton. That's quite a coup.

Prue: Well, I tend to be on the persistent side. I usually get what I want.

Rex: A no doubter. It's a shame though that you think you're... how did you put it in the elevator? Totally wrong for the job.

Prue: That was a private phone conversation.

Rex: Hardly.

Prue: You called me, remember. Not the other way around. And while we're at it, I think it's incredibly unfair that you eavesdrop on a private call and then you judge me based entirely on what you thought you heard.

Rex: I apologize. It was unfair of me. I'm new of all this. I've only just taken over the house from my father, so I'm very protective of it. But knowing that, what you did at the museum, attracting the younger market, it's totally consistent of what I want to do there. It's just when all these qualifications are signed. It's very important to me that whoever I hire, truly wants to be here. (The intercom beeps.) Yep.

Secretary's voice: Excuse me, Mr. Buckland. Your next interview is waiting. Should I reschedule him?

Rex: No, I think we're done here.

Prue: Well, thanks for your time.

(She walks over to the door, stops and turns around.) My area of expertise ranges from Ming Dynasty to a Mark McGuire Ricky baseball card. You name it - I can identify it. Now, I may not of solved this job originally, but I do want it. And I am definitely right for it.

Phoebe: You would think after last night, Prue would be a lot mellower. I mean, how long had it been? Six months? Which is worse.

Piper: It's just so un-Prue like to have sex on the first date. I mean, everything's changing since we've become... you know.

(They start getting the stuff out of the back of the van.)

Phoebe: Come on, you've never had sex on the first date?

Piper: No, have you? Don't answer that.

Phoebe: Well, it's not a regular thing. Of course now that I'm a witch I can see if it's gonna be any good or not before it actually... (She notices an elderly man standing next to her. She hands him a tray.) Hi. (He walks away.)

Piper: What's the matter with you? Are you outta your mind?

Phoebe: Come on, it's not like he took me literally.

Piper: You don't know that, he could of. I just think we need to be extra careful. In bed and out.

Phoebe: Okay, well there's careful and then there's paranoid. Do you wanna talk about it?

Piper: Talk about what?

Pastor Williams: Hey, Phoebe, I didn't know you were back in town.

Phoebe: Hey.

(They hug.)

Pastor Williams: Say goodbye to the Big Apple did you?

Phoebe: Oh, I ate the worm. Hey, I'm gonna go get some gum. Do you guys want anything?

Pastor Williams: No thanks.

Phoebe: Okay, good to see you.

Pastor Williams: You too.

Piper: Okay, here's the deal. I got this friend. Has a little problem. Could be bad. Not quite sure what to tell her.

Pastor Williams: You wanna go inside?

Piper: No. I mean, I've gotta get going.

Pastor Williams: So what's the problem?

Piper: Well, she kinda, sort of thinks she might be a witch.

Pastor Williams: Witches again, huh?

Piper: Not a good thing is it?

Pastor Williams: Certainly not a question I get everyday. How well do you remember Sunday school lessons? I suggest 22:18. Thou shall not suffer a witch to live.

Piper: Meaning...

Pastor Williams: If you go by the old school, it means put her to death. She's evil.

Phoebe: Here you go.

Guy: $3.52.

Elderly man: Should be used on grand children's birthdays. (He's holding a lottery ticket. Phoebe looks over at him.) It's a ten million dollar jackpot. Who knows? I mean, today may be our lucky day. If not, we're gonna lose our house.

(Phoebe touches a lottery ticket and she has a premonition of the lottery numbers.)