Spy School Goes South Quotes

“I’m studying to be a spy, Ben. It’s my job to know things.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes South

“Crocodiles?” Murray gasped, then turned his eyes to the heavens. “What did I ever do to deserve this?” “Attempted murder, for one,” Zoe answered, then ticked more things off on her fingers. “Plus terrorism, assassination, destruction of public property, and being an all-around jerk. The question is really, what haven’t you done to deserve this?”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes South

“Reprehensible,” Erica suggested. “Repugnant. Odious. Loathsome. Abhorrent. Subhuman”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes South

“The kid might be smart, but he has the survival skills of a potato bug.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes South

“President Donald Trump informed the world that the United States would no longer be part of the Paris Accords, effectively abdicating”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes South

“Murray was still on the floor, praying to any god he could come up with, covering all his bases. In short order, I heard him run through the religions of Christianity, Judaism, Islam, Buddhism, Shintoism, Zoroastrianism, and a few I’d never even heard of before.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes South

“Zoe returned her attention to the map of southern Argentina on the computer. “What on earth could possibly be worth using that much nuclear power on? There’s nothing around there but mountains and sea.” “There’s guanacos,” Murray said helpfully. “What the heck’s a guanaco?” Zoe asked. “It’s a relative of the camel,” Murray explained. “It kind of looks like an anorexic llama. From what I understand, the pampas down there are full of them.” “And you think SPYDER wants to nuke them all?” Zoe said. “What good is a whole bunch of vaporized guanacos?” “Suppose they only nuked one,” Murray said ominously. “What if they focused all that nuclear energy on it? If a single irradiated iguana could turn into Godzilla, just imagine what a giant guanaco would look like. It’d be terrifying!” Zoe gave him a withering look. “The only terrifying thing about this plan is that you actually think it’s possible. Godzilla never existed!” “But maybe he could,” Murray countered. “Or worse . . . Guanacazilla!” He gave a roar that was probably supposed to be half llama, half monster, but it sounded more like an angry hamster. We all considered him for a moment. “Moving on,” Erica said. “Does anyone have a suggestion that isn’t completely idiotic?” “Ha ha,” Murray said petulantly. “You mock me now, but we’ll see who’s laughing when there’s a thirty-story guanaco running rampant through Buenos Aires.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes South

“MOOCH-ASS GRASSY-ASS, AMIGO!” Edna yelled.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes South

“Edna turned out to be the type of American who mistakenly believed the way to make herself understood to the hotel staff was to speak English very loud and slow, as if that would magically turn it into Spanish. “EXCUSE ME!” she shouted at the waiter. “CAN I HAVE A DRINK?”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes South

“Edna turned out to be the type of American who mistakenly believed the way to make herself understood to the hotel staff was to speak English very loud and slow, as if that would magically turn it into Spanish. “EXCUSE ME!” she shouted at the waiter. “CAN I HAVE A DRINK?” The waiter proffered the tray and replied in perfect English. “Of course, Mrs. Farkle.” “MOOCH-ASS GRASSY-ASS, AMIGO!” Edna yelled.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes South

“The day I finished the first draft of this book, President Donald Trump informed the world that the United States would no longer be part of the Paris Accords, effectively abdicating the role of this country in fighting climate change. Therefore, I had to rewrite the scene in which Joshua Hallal discusses SPYDER’s plans to hasten the melting of Antarctica. Originally, SPYDER’s plan was to try to undo all the work the governments of the world were doing to fight climate change. Now, as you have read, he simply claims that climate change isn’t happening fast enough. As rewriting goes, that didn’t cause me too much trouble, though. But sadly, Trump’s decision may end up causing far more trouble for me, and you, and pretty much every other human being alive. The truth is, climate”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes South

“There’s guanacos,” Murray said helpfully. “What the heck’s a guanaco?” Zoe asked. “It’s a relative of the camel,” Murray explained. “It kind of looks like an anorexic llama. From what I understand, the pampas down there are full of them.” “And you think SPYDER wants to nuke them all?” Zoe said. “What good is a whole bunch of vaporized guanacos?” “Suppose they only nuked one,” Murray said ominously. “What if they focused all that nuclear energy on it? If a single irradiated iguana could turn into Godzilla, just imagine what a giant guanaco would look like. It’d be terrifying!” Zoe gave him a withering look. “The only terrifying thing about this plan is that you actually think it’s possible. Godzilla never existed!”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes South

“Unfortunately, the man made no attempt to brace himself for the finish and simply smacked into the wall with a resounding thud. “Ouch!” he cried. “I mean . . . ow . . . er . . . oof.” He also didn’t think to unclip himself so he could get out of the way before I arrived. I did my best to prepare myself, but I’d been expecting to hit a wall, not an arms dealer.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes South

“I can’t,” Zoe said. “But I can read French, and they’re related, so I can kind of put things together. From what I can tell, two people drowned in a freak scuba accident.” I watched the TV for a few moments, reading the subtitles. “Actually, this says two people were eaten by a crocodile.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes South

“I’m sure they won’t,” Cyrus agreed. “But the fate of the free world is at stake here. We can’t put it on hold so you can spend the week with your mommy. Your spring break is now officially Operation Tiger Shark.” “Tiger Shark?” Erica asked, impressed. “I thought the CIA had run out of cool names like that.” This was true. The CIA had been naming operations for several decades, and the good options were running low. Our last mission had been dubbed Pungent Muskrat. “I made an executive decision,” Cyrus replied. “I’m not initiating ops with names like Mangy Weasel or Scrawny Chicken anymore. It’s bad for morale. So I recycled an old mission name. Now go get packing. I want you moving out at oh-two-hundred.” “That’s two in the morning!” I exclaimed. “I know when oh-two-hundred is,” Cyrus snapped.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes South

“How?” Erica asked Murray. “I’ll put the whole organization in a box, stick a bow on it, and then leave it under your Christmas tree,” Murray said sarcastically.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes South

“The real you is a backstabbing sleazeball,” I said. “The old me was a backstabbing sleazeball,” Murray corrected. “Also a money-grubbing jerk and an all-around schmuck.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes South

“Technically, it’s the same body I’ve always had, but now it’s been tuned”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes South

“No junk food?” I asked. “Murray’s the least-healthy person I’ve ever met. I’m pretty sure he’s never eaten a vegetable unless it was garnishing a hamburger. Without junk food, I’m surprised he lasted a day without saying anything, let alone a month.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes South

“The CIA isn’t allowed to use torture anymore,” Cyrus replied testily, like this was a bad thing. Cyrus was a talented spy, but, like Erica, he wasn’t much of a people person. He was gruff and curt on a good day—and this obviously wasn’t a good day.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes South

“deserve”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes South

“Even though there are plenty of people out there who recognize the problem of climate change and are doing everything in their power to reverse it, the fact remains that we humans have done a crappy job of taking care of our planet. And that trend isn’t going to change unless you want it to. So get involved. Climate change might be a joke in this book, but it’s no joke in real life.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes South

“He aimed his metal hand at her, and I heard something click ominously inside it. “Erica!” I yelled. “Look out!” Erica dove to the floor as Joshua fired. It turned out his metal hand was also a weapon. A small explosive charge rocketed out of his palm. It missed Erica by inches and blasted a gaping hole in the wall right where she had been a second before. “Holy cow,” Mike gasped. “Talk about being heavily armed.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes South

“jidiots”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes South

“Flommenflirk!”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes South

“incident.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes South

“No way!” Murray looked to Erica and grinned. “You came from a flesh-and-blood person? I always figured you’d been assembled at some sort of spy factory.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes South

“Erica pulled the fish-gutting knife from her utility belt. It glinted in the first rays of the sun. Dane’s face furrowed in concern. It occurred to him that, in his haste to pursue Erica, he had made a terrible mistake. Erica lifted the blade over her head and slashed through the fishing line. It snapped and recoiled, whipping back toward the penthouse balcony with such force that it took out the two bodyguards. Meanwhile, Dane Brammage suddenly found himself hanging on to nothing but air. His momentum kept him sailing toward us—but he didn’t quite make it onto the ledge and plummeted into the shark tank below. He cannonballed so hard that a plume of water thirty feet high exploded out—along with one very startled young mako shark—drenching Erica, Paul Lee, and me. Down in the tank, the water churned, though whether this was the sharks attacking Dane or Dane attacking the sharks, I couldn’t tell.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes South

“I was staring at Erica’s feet, which turned out to be the one part of her body that didn’t smell fantastic”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes South

“the yacht was a similarly dark and lifeless shape out on the ocean.”
― Stuart Gibbs, Spy School Goes South