Bob Andrews Quotes in The Three Investigators and the Secret of Terror Castle (2009)

Pete Crenshaw: Bob, I think you've got yourself a girlfriend.

Bob Andrews: I don't know what I've got.

Jupiter Jones: You know, maybe you could help us. There was a girl we met last night. Red hair, pale eyes.

Bob Andrews: Real goofy. Off the wall. Believes in all this, uh, loony hocus pocus stuff. Just... absolutely nuts. Uh, her name's Caroline. Do you know her?

Sheriff Hanson: That's my daughter.

Bob Andrews: [while phone is ringing] I think the guy with the curse should answer that.

Sheriff Hanson: [only a dog's head is seen peering into their tent] What's this thing? You in there, get out. Now.

Bob Andrews: Now a talking dog. Why not?

Jupiter Jones: Time to apply Rule 38.

Bob Andrews: Maybe you should try printing out a little book with all this stuff in it.

Sheriff Hanson: Terror Castle. Nobody's allowed up there. It's private property. And if I see you around here again, you'll be getting more than a warning. Don't eyeball me, boy!

Bob Andrews: Yes, sir.

Pete Crenshaw: Great! We got two weeks of vacation left. Let's hit the beach!

Jupiter Jones: Actually... I have heard of this mysterious haunted house not far from here.

Pete Crenshaw, Bob Andrews: Oh, no!

Jupiter Jones: Pete! Bob! Come 'ere right now! Code Violet!

Bob Andrews: Code Violet? I don't even know what Code Violet is!

Jupiter Jones: Pete, shine the light behind them.

Bob Andrews: [reading] Two lovers parted shall reunite. If you can parse these words are right. The Will is high, the Ratio Low. The space 'tween birth and death doth grow. Take my image and do not dread. To rest in my eternal bed.

Pete Crenshaw: It still doesn't make any sense.

Bob Andrews: Hey, Jupe. What are you figuring out, Jupiter?

Jupiter Jones: The number of jelly beans that can fit in the Empire State Building.

Pete Crenshaw: Glad you're not wasting your time.

Bob Andrews: Why aren't you ever afraid of what you should be afraid of?

Bob Andrews: Gosh, Pete! You scream like a girl!

Chris: And what exactly do you mean by that?

Pete Crenshaw: Yeah. What *do* you mean by that?

Bob Andrews: Uh, well...

Jupiter Jones: Get ready, Investigators. Code Crimson.

Pete Crenshaw, Bob Andrews: Unbelievably dangerous!

Jupiter Jones: But it's not Bill.

Bob Andrews: Huh? Jupiter, he's standing right there.

Jupiter Jones: No, he's not.

Bob Andrews: Yes, he is.

Pete Crenshaw: Bob's right.

Jupiter Jones: Officer, this is Victor Hugenay, the famous art forger. He attacked Miss Wilbur with a baboon, and he stole the crown of the...

Bob Andrews: Xhosa...

Jupiter Jones: princess. Arrest him.

Bob Andrews: Sounds to me like a Code White.

Bob Andrews, Pete Crenshaw: Vacation!

Pete Crenshaw: I've got an idea. You could stay here overnight.

Chris: No, I don't want to be any trouble.

Pete Crenshaw: It's no trouble at all. I've got it figured out. You could stay in the bottom bunk with me.

Bob Andrews: No! I - I mean, I think it would be, uh, she'd be *safer* in the top bunk with me. She - she might uh hit her head on the bottom bunk.

Pete Crenshaw: No, that's okay. You wouldn't wanna take space away from *Teddy*.

Bob Andrews: I don't have a teddy bear!

Pete Crenshaw: Yes you do -

[Pete points, Bob slaps Pete's arm]

Jupiter Jones: Perhaps a random drawing might be the most impartial way to figure things out.

Jupiter Jones: I'm declaring the Code Green.

Bob Andrews: Imminent danger.

Bob Andrews: Listen, Steve, I've been wanting to talk to you about the crew.

Steve Patrick: Well, what about 'em.

Bob Andrews: Why didn't you tell me they're all a bunch of gunslingers and outlaws.

Steve Patrick: I didn't think it made any difference to you. It doesn't to me as long as they do their job. How did you find out anyway?

Bob Andrews: They didn't make any secret of it. I heard them talking about it.

Steve Patrick: Oh?

Bob Andrews: Listen, I don't trust them. Suppose you got into some kind of trouble... Indians or rustlers?

Steve Patrick: If anything like that happened here, there is nobody I'd rather have on my side than Lynch and his men. Sure, they are gunmen, but that's the kind of men you need in emergencies.

Bob Andrews: If they stick by you.

Steve Patrick: They'll stick. They're good men. Now just forget the fact that they might once have been outlaws. They're all right.