Evil Spy School Quotes

“Her father had once showed me a baby picture of her playing with nunchucks.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Evil Spy School

“Apparently, the folks at SPYDER really liked fro-yo sundaes: There were dozens of toppings, ranging from crumbled toffee to rainbow sprinkles.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Evil Spy School

“No one can die like I can.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Evil Spy School

“(“If Ernst Blofeld has a thirty-ton surface-to-surface missile and he wants to destroy a government installation thirty-five miles to the north with a twenty-mile-per-hour wind coming from the east, how many pounds of thrust will he need to launch the missile and demolish his target?”)”
― Stuart Gibbs, Evil Spy School

“Kill them quickly?” Murray asked, without bothering to raise his hand. “Really? Isn’t it more fun to draw their death out a little? To make them suffer?” Joshua sighed. “No. We’re not James Bond villains here, kids. The more you draw out your enemy’s deaths, the more chance they have to escape. So no lowering them into pools full of crocodiles or trying to slice them in half with lasers or anything like that. Just shoot them and be done with it.” Ashley”
― Stuart Gibbs, Evil Spy School

“On the other hand, I came from a long line of grocers.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Evil Spy School

“a nine, an ampersand, one of those weird O’s with a line through it that the Swedish like so much.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Evil Spy School

“Apparently, some agents like to listen to music when safecracking.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Evil Spy School

“I felt embarrassed, though I wasn’t sure if this was because Erica had fooled me, or because I was hearing her voice in my ear while I was naked.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Evil Spy School

“So . . . it’s kind of like evil spy school.” Joshua frowned. “I suppose. Although we prefer to call it the Wiseman Preparatory Academy.” “Why?” “Because ‘Evil Spy School’ sounds a little suspicious, don’t you think?”
― Stuart Gibbs, Evil Spy School

“All right,” Zoe said. “I’ll turn you in.” “Thanks. You’re a good friend.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Evil Spy School

“Out the window, a CIA paddy wagon was parked in front of the diner. Ashley Sparks was being loaded inside, her hands cuffed behind her back. She had regained consciousness and was screaming at everyone. I thought I could make out the words “I stuck the landing.” Zoe, Chip, Jawa, and Warren sat in a corner booth, away from the action. To my surprise, Nefarious was with them. He was cuffed as well, but he looked far happier than Ashley. He wasn’t an outcast anymore; he was the center of attention. He was talking animatedly—spilling his guts about SPYDER, perhaps—and my friends were hanging on his every word, fascinated. There was no sign of Murray Hill. He had apparently escaped. And Joshua Hallal certainly wasn’t there. He’d probably been in another country when the missiles fired. Along with the rest of the higher-ups at SPYDER. I was too tired to feel frustrated about this. Instead, I felt proud of myself. Maybe the bad guys had escaped to fight another day, but for the time being, I’d helped thwart their plans once again. My first undercover mission had been a success. Suddenly, Erica’s hand tensed in mine. I looked over at her. She was awake now. Or at least, kind of awake. Her eyelids still drooped and she seemed a bit zoned out. “Hey,” she said. She sounded oddly far away, even though she was only a few inches from me. It was probably due to my ears still recovering from the blast. “Hey,” I replied. “How are you feeling?” “Excellent. But that’s probably because they’ve given us painkillers.” It occurred to me that this was probably why I felt so calm myself. “Thanks for saving me,” Erica said. It was the type of comment she never would have made unless she was doped up on medication. “I owe you one.” “How about this,” I suggested. “Next time you decide to bring me on a mission, you tell me about it first?” “It’s a deal.” Erica’s eyes began to slide shut again. “In fact, next mission, I’ll ask them to make us equal partners.” “Really?” I asked. “You’d do that for me?” “Of course. That’s what friends are for.” Erica gave me a dreamy smile, then dozed off again. I wondered if she’d ever remember saying that. But for the time being, I was too tired to care. Even with all the chaos around me, I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep as well, Erica’s hand still firmly clenched in mine.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Evil Spy School

“mistake”
― Stuart Gibbs, Evil Spy School

“It was very difficult to drop a radio receiver into a shoe on the beach when you were dressed like a bush. People tended to notice bushes wandering around.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Evil Spy School

“My grandmother can shoot that gun”
― Stuart Gibbs, Evil Spy School

“I’d been aiming for his head, hoping to knock him unconscious, but as usual, my aim was off and I nailed him in the groin instead.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Evil Spy School

“I felt groggy, like I’d been drugged. It took me only a few seconds to figure out why: I had been drugged.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Evil Spy School

“Uh, Ben? Has something gone wrong?” “Yes.” “On a scale of one to ten…?” “Twenty-three.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Evil Spy School

“women,”
― Stuart Gibbs, Evil Spy School

“G”
― Stuart Gibbs, Evil Spy School

“flambéed.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Evil Spy School

“Ripley!” Mr. Seabrook”
― Stuart Gibbs, Evil Spy School

“exaggeration. With Erica, it probably wasn’t. Her father had once showed me a baby picture of her playing with nunchucks. Erica instantly began making adjustments”
― Stuart Gibbs, Evil Spy School

“Several of our own team members had been hit”
― Stuart Gibbs, Evil Spy School

“from a man who’d swiped the dessert from his secretary’s lunch bag for a year and then tried to pin it on the janitorial staff.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Evil Spy School

“Don’t you think that if SPYDER wants me to be part of an operation, it’d make sense for me to know what that operation is?” “Not necessarily.” Murray took a bite of his sandwich. It was ostensibly bacon, lettuce, and tomato, but it was really more like bacon, lettuce, bacon, tomato, and more bacon. Murray had been consuming an absolutely astonishing amount of bacon since getting out of prison, as well as astonishing amounts of soda, ice cream, candy, cake, and sausage, too. Even though he’d been at Hidden Forest for only a few days, he seemed to have gained several pounds in that time. Across the room, Ashley hopped out of the pool and headed for the water slide. “Why would SPYDER want to keep its agents in the dark?” I asked. Murray said, “When the Allies were about to invade France on D-day in World War Two, do you think the generals told everyone what the plan was? No. Because they knew that if they did, someone might blab it. Not on purpose, mind you. But it happens. People talk. One guy shoots his mouth off, and the next thing you know, the Allies show up on Normandy Beach to find the entire Nazi army waiting to massacre them.” Murray’s comparing SPYDER to the Allied Forces made me feel uneasy. After all, if SPYDER was anyone in a World War II scenario, it was the Nazis. “I get the need for secrecy, but at some point before D-day, the Allies told the soldiers what the plan was. They didn’t just drop them off on the beach and say, ‘Surprise! You’re invading France today!’ ” “And you will find out. When the time is right.” Murray took another bite of his sandwich. The single slice of tomato he’d put on it slipped out and plopped into the hot tub, where it quickly disappeared beneath the bubbles. Murray didn’t seem”
― Stuart Gibbs, Evil Spy School

“Hey,” I replied. “How are you feeling?” “Excellent. But that’s probably because they’ve given us painkillers.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Evil Spy School

“Jawa glanced at the duffel bag Chip was carrying. “What’s in there?” “Sporting goods,” Chip replied. “I got some primo rock-climbing gear, a couple of footballs, some bowling shoes . . . .” “Hold on,” Warren said. “While we were busy looking for Ben and Zoe, you were stealing stuff?”
― Stuart Gibbs, Evil Spy School

“Who’s the dead chick?” Chip asked, pointing to Ashley. “She’s not dead,” I told him. “She’s unconscious. And she’s a junior SPYDER agent.” “She’s cute,” Chip said. “Ugh!” Zoe cried. “Chip, she’s evil!” “Maybe on the inside,” Chip told her. “But she’s cute on the outside.” “Is that Ashley Sparks, the gymnast?” Warren asked. “Yes,” I replied. “Though now she’s an evil gymnast.” “She was my favorite!” Warren exclaimed. “She really should have been on the U.S. Olympic team. The judge was blind. She stuck that landing.” “So I’ve heard,” I said.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Evil Spy School

“Who’s the dead chick?” Chip asked, pointing to Ashley. “She’s not dead,” I told him. “She’s unconscious. And she’s a junior SPYDER agent.” “She’s cute,” Chip said. “Ugh!” Zoe cried. “Chip, she’s evil!” “Maybe on the inside,” Chip told her. “But she’s cute on the outside.” “Is that Ashley Sparks, the gymnast?” Warren asked. “Yes,” I replied. “Though now she’s an evil gymnast.” “She was my favorite!” Warren exclaimed. “She really should have been on the U.S. Olympic team. The judge was blind. She stuck that landing.” “So I’ve heard,” I said. We”
― Stuart Gibbs, Evil Spy School