The 4th Halliwell [ON HOLD]

[3] THANK YOU FOR NOT MORPHING

Scene: Outside the manor.

(Prue, Poppy, Piper and Phoebe are walking down the stairs heading towards the house across the street.)

Prue: So, we're agreed? Twenty minutes?

Piper: Prue, you can't do a party in twenty minutes.

Prue: Watch me.

Phoebe: Prue's party tips - meet, greet and bail.

Prue: Hey, I'm sorry but some of us have a job.

Poppy: And exams.

Phoebe: And some of us have fun.

Piper: And some of us are having a really bad hair day.

Prue: You know, that is a sign. Let's turn back now before it's too late.

Piper: No.

Phoebe: Prue, it's never too late for a party.

Piper: It's never too late, Prue.

Phoebe: Remember my sweet sixteen? (There's a dog in the bushes, watching them. They walk across the street and into Fritz, Marshall and Cynda's house.) Hey, I have an idea. Why don't we throw a party and charge commission. It's a great way to make extra cash.

Prue: Hey, I have an even better idea. Why don't you just get a job.

Marshall: The sisters Halliwell. Now the party can begin.

Cynda: It's about time you chicks showed.

Fritz: Hey, Prue, I'm glad you made it.

Prue: Wouldn't miss it for the world, Fritz.

Piper: Marshall, the place looks great.

Marshall: Thank you. We're mostly just restoring it. I didn't wanna change it too much. You guys knew the old owners didn't you?

Phoebe: Oh, we basically grew up with their kids. We probably know the house better than you guys.

Marshall: (to Fritz) Oh, hey, how's the bar?

Fritz: Oh, dry. I'll take care of it.

Cynda: No, my turn.

(Cynda crushes a beer can with her bare hands. Cynda walks away.)

Marshall: Try to behave, Cynda. We have guests.

Fritz: You know... sisters.

Prue: Tell me about it.

(Poppy, Piper and Phoebe look at her.)

Marshall: So listen, enjoy the party.

Poppy: Okay.

(Fritz and Marshall walk away.)

Prue: Okay, I came, I saw, I was perky. Now I just want my head on a pillow because I have to wake up early.

Phoebe: No. I mean, not yet.

Piper: Yeah, Prue, we just got here. It, it wouldn't look good.

Prue: Alright, what's going on?

Phoebe: Going on? What do you mean? (Phoebe sees Andy.) Oh, what a coinkidink. Look, who's here.

(Prue looks over at Andy. He waves.)

Prue: Phoebe, you didn't.

Phoebe: Well, your fingers weren't doing the walking, somebody's had to.