TEXT: [Scene: Manor. Prue and Phoebe are putting a floral arch in place for the wedding. Grams' spirit is standing near by.] Phoebe: Okay, that should do it. Grams: I'm thinking more to the left. Uh, is this the biggest arch you could get? Phoebe: Ugh. Prue: Without opening a fast food franchise, yeah. Grams: Well, just remember, if love is the quest then marriage is the conquest. This place must be like victory. Phoebe: And here I thought weddings were supposed to be romantic. Grams: Oh my dear sweet child. Prue: Better listen to grams, Phoebe. I mean, you could always calculate her age by the number of rings on her fingers. (Phoebe laughs.) Alright, wedding arch is done. (She ticks something on her list.) The next thing to do (she yawns) on the To Do list is... Phoebe: Sleep. You've been yawning all day. Prue: Try all week. It's this reoccurring dream I keep having. It's keeping me awake. Phoebe: Really? What's in the dream? Prue: Well, uh, there was this biker guy and he's kinda cute and kinda dangerous. Phoebe: Sounds kinda yummy. (Piper walks in and looks around.) Grams: Piper, sweetie, well, what do you think? Piper: It's-it's beautiful. Phoebe: Yeah, and the best part about it is, it's finally happening. (Piper sighs.) Piper: Flowers and bows and grams. The only thing missing is... Prue: Mum. Piper: Grams, are you sure that you can't do... Grams: No, nothing. I'm only here because you need a high priestess. They want me back by the witching hour tomorrow. Phoebe: I thought maybe this could help. (Phoebe holds up a photo of Patty.) Prue
SUMMARY:
On the day of Piper's marriage to Leo, Prue's Astrally Projected-self adopts an uninhibited, wild personality that threatens to ruin the wedding and place Prue in jail for Murder.