Spy Ski School Quotes

“Just clip the red one," Cyrus told her.
"They're all red," Erica informed him.
"They are?" Cyrus asked. "Curse those Soviets! Everything always has to be red with them.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy Ski School

“my dormitory had been waiting to have its septic system replaced since before the Berlin Wall fell.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy Ski School

“There was little room left on the bank alongside the stream, occasionally forcing us onto rocks that poked through the water. My heels were starting to blister in my ski boots. And to make matters worse, Warren insisted on singing “Ninety-Nine Bottles of Beer on the Wall.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy Ski School

“My stomach was well past doing backflips. Now it did a triple axel roundoff with a twist.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy Ski School

“gaining”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy Ski School

“We had used the radios on missions before; I could hear anything Erica said to me, while no one else could—and mine could pick up anything I said and transmit it back to her. At the moment, though, we were close enough not to need them. “You’re going to be my lookout,” Erica told me. “If you see any sign of trouble, let me know.” “Trouble?” I repeated, slipping on my second skate. “What are you planning to do?” “Find out what Shang’s up to.” “Now? How?” “I’m going to infiltrate his hotel room.” “What?” I gasped. “You can’t do that!” “Sure I can. I’m good at this stuff.” “I meant, you’re not supposed to do it. The mission is for me to befriend Jessica and use that connection to get close to her father.” “The mission is for us to find out what Operation Golden Fist is, period.” Erica was back to her normal, cool self; only somehow, she seemed even cooler than usual. Her attitude was icier than the skating rink. “The other plan is too complicated, the other students aren’t ready for activation yet, and like I said, you’re too emotionally involved where Jessica is concerned.” “Emotionally involved? I saw her for five seconds!” “It was enough. Your ability is compromised. I’m going with Plan B. Which should have been Plan A all along. If you just do your part, this will all be over within ten minutes.” Erica stood again and started toward the ice cream parlor. I followed her. Only, since I now had ice skates on, I couldn’t follow very quickly. “Wait!” I called. Erica stopped by the entrance to the ice rink. We were now close enough to the guy with the newspaper that she had to resume her teenage girl act again. “What is it, pumpkin?” I lowered my voice. “The hotel is crawling with guards. You’ll never be able to get into Shang’s room.” Erica smiled at me in a way I knew was pretend but that still melted my heart. “Oh, sweetie.” She sighed. “You’re so cute when you worry about me. But I’ll be fine. They won’t see me because of the diversion.” “What diversion?” I asked, suddenly feeling very worried. “This one,” Erica said, and shoved me onto the ice. I had ice-skated a few times before, so I might have been all right if Erica hadn’t caught me so off guard. Or shoved me so hard. Or sent me onto the rink backward.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy Ski School

“was working!” Erica exclaimed. “I could hear Leo Shang and his men talking inside the room! They were discussing their plans! I might have learned everything we need to know if you hadn’t interfered!” “You would have been caught if I hadn’t interfered!” Cyrus yelled.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy Ski School

“A keen memory is the best weapon an agent can have,” Alexander had explained. “Well, besides a gun. Or a knife. And maybe a hand grenade. Okay, technically, there’s a lot of weapons that are better than your memory, but memory’s still awfully important. Because… Oh, nuts. I forgot what I was going to say.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy Ski School

“Statistically, ninety-eight-point-five percent of CIA missions resolve without any action at all.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy Ski School

“That kid couldn’t find a bomb if it was taped to his butt.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy Ski School

“had to think about this a while before answering. “Fiji,”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy Ski School

“managed to bonk three more innocent bystanders in the head while starting out.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy Ski School

“Half her luggage was ammunition. Who brings grenades on a ski vacation?”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy Ski School

“Ohio,”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy Ski School

“Because she did like me before. But then she liked Mike. Only Mike liked you instead of her. Which is why she doesn’t like you. So now, if she thinks you like me, she’ll want to make me like her again to get even with you for making Mike like you instead of her.” Erica shook her head, dumbstruck. “The mind of a teenage girl is the most complicated thing I’ve ever encountered. And I know how to defuse a nuclear bomb.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy Ski School

“align your chakras,”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy Ski School

“Warren, stop playing with my underwear, you pervert.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy Ski School

“I found myself imagining that laugh turning into a scream as Warren suddenly fell off the chair and plummeted to the ground far below us.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy Ski School

“Yes. They’re quite flavorful, although they don’t taste much like other oysters….” “That’s because they’re bull testicles,” Erica told him. “Don’t be ridiculous,” Alexander chided. “They wouldn’t make something like that at a restaurant like this!” Erica handed him the menu and pointed to the small print he’d overlooked that indicated exactly what Rocky Mountain oysters were.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy Ski School

“Well, I know all about women,” Warren said, grinning at Zoe slyly. “If you want to win a girl over, the first thing you do is slip up behind her and give her a nice, soothing massage.” He tried this on Zoe, digging his fingers into her shoulders. “Ouch!” Zoe screamed. “Stop that, you moron!”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy Ski School

“principal’s office. A piece of paper was taped to it. It said PIRNCIPAL.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy Ski School

“The U.S. government has dozens of extremely critical facilities there: the headquarters for North American Aerospace Defense, Strategic Missile Command, the Air Force Academy. . . .” “The Central Food and Seed Reserve,” Alexander suggested helpfully.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy Ski School

“Easy peasy lemon squeezy.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy Ski School

“not drag my left ski. Mike’s advice was spot-on. I moved much more naturally.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy Ski School

“To my surprise, the toilet began to play music. It was probably supposed to be comforting, some sort of melody to soothe you while you pooped, but the whole idea of a musical toilet just weirded me out.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy Ski School

“blown”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy Ski School

“The principal wasn’t using his normal office because I’d blown it up by firing a mortar round into it. (It was an accident.)”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy Ski School

“me. I need your help.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy Ski School

“So he’s gonna want to get out of Dodge as fast as he can.” Sure enough, the caravan was racing down the”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy Ski School

“NORAD,”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy Ski School