my name is nancy drew

Wake up and smell the hostile vibes, Nancy!

I'm finding that these days, I'm surprisingly hard to kill.

SJ: Whatever you do, don't read my papers. ND: Why not? SJ: Because they're fascinating and full of mystery. ND: You're sending me mixed messages here. SJ: No, I am.

CB: She might have had second thoughts about the wedding. Trust me, everyone does. ND: Is it safe to assume you had second thoughts about the wedding? CB: I never said that. ND: True, but you implied it. You said, "Trust me, everyone does.” CB: I know. I remember it like it was just moments ago.

Rubber is shockproof!

Nice junior park ranger pin.

Attention all kidnappers and other villains: We regret to inform you that Nancy Drew is on the scene, and she means business! Prepare to be outwitted.

Ned: Just be yourself and you’ll do fine. Nancy: ‘Be myself’? Ned, I’m a detective. I’m pretty much here to spy on people. Ned:...Like I said, just lie through your teeth and you’ll do fine.

I prefer Haiku. Easier to understand. I see what you did.

Do I sound like a Buell to you?

The Harrison’s Yellow which Frances said was her favorite flower in the world is just a pile of brown sticks now. I don’t know how to look after delicate things like that so it is my fault that it died.

Nancy: So, how did you get past his rough, tough loner thing? Mary: I didn't. He got past mine.

Dave: Uh ... you got a steady back home? Nancy: Steady? You mean boyfriend? Uh, well, sort of.

GF: Look what you did, you got paint in my hair! BM: I’m sorry. You know, actually, that looks kind of cool GF: Nice try, Bess BM: No, really! GF: You're just saying that because you're afraid I'll bail and you'll wind up having to paint this dump all by yourself BM: George, I kid you not, you should seriously think about doing some major highlights in that color ND: What color is it? BM: Adobe beige ND: Nice try, Bess

Please make sure these pieces make a safe return to the world above. When you see them as they were meant to be seen— with sunlight streaming through their panes, interrupting the darkness with color and meaning and joy— Only then will you truly understand why I did what I did a lifetime ago

I promised Camille that this train would always be her home. In return, she promised to never leave, and indeed she never has. People say I’m crazy, but I’ve seen her, and heard her, and feel her presence on the train even today, twenty years after her untimely death. So above all else, my dear niece, let nothing happen to my train. It holds wonderful things.

Scopa! [Nancy Drew]