“Of course. Because at the Gallagher Academy, "precautions" usually equals "voluntary shock therapy.”

“It's not Cam's fault," Bex told her. "We rigged her bed so that if she gets up, I get an electric shock.""Liz designed it," Macey said, and Bex shrugged."We told you we were taking precautions."Of course. Because at Gallagher Academy, "precautions" usually equals "voluntary shock therapy".”

“Why do I feel like I can't trust you anymore?'I wanted him to lash out. I wanted him to fight, to protest, to argue- to do anything but look deeper into my eyes and say, 'because the Gallagher Academy doesn't admit fools”

“Trust. We stake our lives on it, but it's a subject that not even the Gallagher Academy can teach. When do you let your guard down? Who do you let in? And I knew at that moment, as I sat beside my mother, bathing in the warm spring light, that those were the questions a good spy never stops asking”

“Look at the way the walls curve,' Macey said, her gaze panning around the strangely shaped room. 'it's almost like...''The library,' Liz said, and immediately I knew that she was right. It was exactly like the library at the Gallagher Academy, from the position of the fireplace to the tall windows that overlooked the grounds.'How do you know?' Zach asked.Liz looked totally insulted. 'Because...uh...library.''Okay.' Zach threw up his hands. 'Point taken.”

“hey gallagher girl”

“Hello, Gallagher Girl--Zack”