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1 " I didn’t steal Zoe from you!” I yelled back. “You never had her! She wasn’t interested in you!” “That’s…not…true! She was…falling…for my…charms.” “You’d need to have some charms for that to be the case. Face it, Warren, she never liked you. "
― Stuart Gibbs , Spy School British Invasion (Spy School #7)
2 " Murray nodded knowingly. “CRUSH and SKORPION have never liked SPYDER much, though I’d put my money on ITGA. They’re about as evil as people get.” “ITGA?” Alexander asked curiously. “Yes. The International Tulip Growers Association. "
3 " Mummies?” Murray asked, paling a bit. “Mummies give me the creeps.” “I’m sure the mummies feel the same way about you, "
4 " UnicornsRule!!! "
5 " even Murray, who generally had the reflexes of a sloth in a coma. "
6 " I had often dreamed of going to Paris. I had already done plenty of research for that day. There were hundreds of places I wanted to visit. The sewers were not one of them. "
7 " Murray isn’t the sacrificing sort of person,” Zoe said. “He’s the ‘What’s in it for me?’ sort of person. I’ve seen him shove a nun out of the way to get to a doughnut. "
8 " We were alerted to its presence by Mike completely flipping out. He was a little bit ahead of us and a little bit behind Catherine and Erica, and he suddenly shrieked at the top of his lungs. “There are dead people in here!” he howled. "
9 " Dane Brammage "
10 " There are thousands of tunnels lined with the skulls of dead people?” Mike asked, horrified. “And everyone in Paris is totally fine with that? "
11 " Call me that one more time and I will forcibly remove your head from the rest of your body, then cram it up your rear end, "
12 " Mike stared out the window at the closest dumpster. Two rats the size of Chihuahuas were fighting to the death over a soggy pizza crust. “Doesn’t look that impressive,” Mike observed. "
13 " That’d make sixteen people!” Mike exclaimed. “Nineteen,” I corrected. “At least.” “Nineteen,” Mike agreed. “Sorry. Math’s not my best subject. "
14 " How can you tell?” Mike asked, then said quickly, “Come to think of it, don’t tell me. I really don’t want to know the answer to that.” “Really?” Erica asked. “Because the forensics are quite fascinating.… ” “I agree with Mike,” Zoe said. “I’m perfectly happy not knowing.” Erica sighed with disappointment. "
15 " You should consider yourself lucky,” Catherine told me. “My first day in Paris, I was undercover with a group of neo-Nazis who didn’t believe in bathing. That was no picnic. "
16 " I’m not so good with weapons,” I reminded her. “I got an N on my last exam in firearms.” “An N?” Catherine asked, surprised. “Is that supposed to be five times worse than an F?” “Kind of. I think Professor Crichton made it up just for me. He said the N stands for ‘Never ever let this person use a gun.’ ” “Perhaps only a grenade or two, then,” Catherine suggested. "
17 " The dartboard had my photo on it. Three darts were plugged directly into my face. I groaned upon seeing this. “You shouldn’t be upset,” Mike told me. “You should be flattered! You’re the number one enemy of the most evil organization in the world!” “That’s not really making me feel better,” I said. Also, I noticed that Erica looked the tiniest bit jealous that her photo wasn’t on the dartboard. "
18 " That wall now had a hole in it big enough for us to climb through. So we climbed through it. "
19 " which yowled when it hit the floor and scampered back up the stairs. “Zut alors!” the maid exclaimed, which was French for something much more offensive in English, and then fearfully raised her hands over her head. "
20 " Alexander finally picked up on the tenth ring. He must have still been in the helicopter, because he was shouting loud enough for me to hear him across the room. “Catherine!” he said. “Sorry. I was on the other line with my mother.… ” “That’s all right,” Catherine said. “Listen—” “And you know how she can natter on and on and on sometimes,” Alexander continued. “Yes, I’m well aware that runs in your family.… ” “I was trying to get her off, but she always has to say one last thing.… ” “Alexander!” Catherine shouted. “Shut up and listen! We have a crisis! "
