Rocket Raccoon: Metaphors go over his head.
Drax the Destroyer: NOTHING goes over my head! My reflexes are too fast, I would catch it.
Groot: I am Groot.
Gamora: I am going to die surrounded by the biggest idiots in the galaxy.
Peter Quill: There's one other name you might know me by. Star Lord.
Korath: Who?
Peter Quill: Star Lord, man. Legendary outlaw? Forget it.
Rocket Raccoon: I don't think you even have a plan.
Peter Quill: I have part of a plan.
Drax the Destroyer: What percentage of a plan do you have?
Gamora: You don't get to ask questions after the nonsense you pulled on Knowhere!
Drax the Destroyer: I just saved Quill!
Peter Quill: We've already established that you destroying the ship I'm on is not saving me!
Drax the Destroyer: When did we establish that?
Peter Quill: Like three seconds ago!
Drax the Destroyer: Well I wasn't listening then, I was thinking of something else...
Gamora: I know who you are, Peter Quill, and I am not some starry eyed waif here to succumb to your... Your pelvic sorcery!
Rocket Raccoon: Why would you want to save the galaxy?
Peter Quill: Because I'm one of the idiots who lives in it!
Rocket Raccoon: That's for if things get really hardcore. Or if you wanna blow up moons.
Gamora: No one's blowing up moons.
Rocket Raccoon: You just wanna suck the joy out of everything.
Drax: Where did you learn to do that?
Peter Quill: I'm pretty sure the answer is "I am Groot."
Thanos: The only matter I do not take seriously, boy, is you. Your politics bore me! Your demeanor is that of a pouty child. And apparently you alienated my favorite daughter, Gamora. I shall honor our agreement, Kree, if you bring me the orb. But return to me again empty handed and I will bathe the star-ways with your blood.
Rocket Raccoon: No, Groot... Don't do this, you'll die... Why are you doing this?
Groot: We are Groot.
Gamora: And Quill... Your ship is filthy [walks away].
Peter Quill: Oh she has no idea. If I had a blacklight, this would look like a Jackson Pollock painting.
Rocket Raccoon: You got issues, Quill.
Drax the Destroyer: I like your knife, I'm keeping it.
Moloka Dar: That was my favorite knife.
Drax the Destroyer: I just wanted to tell you how grateful I am that you've accepted me despite my blunders. It is good to once again be among friends. You, Quill, are my friend.
Peter Quill: Thanks.
Drax the Destroyer: This dumb tree is also my friend.
[Groot grunts.]
Drax the Destroyer: And this green whore is also...
Gamora: Oh, you must stop!
Rocket Raccoon: Fine, but I can't promise when all of this is over I'm not going to kill every last one of you jerks.
Peter Quill: See, this is exactly why none of you have any friends!
Peter Quill: What should we do next: Something good, something bad? Bit of both?
Gamora: We'll follow your lead, Star-Lord.
Peter Quill: A bit of both!
Gamora: I'm a warrior, an assassin. I don't dance.
Peter Quill: Really? Well, on my planet, we have a legend about people like you. It's called Footloose. And in it, a great hero, named Kevin Bacon, teaches an entire city full of people with sticks up their butts that, dancing, well, is the greatest thing there is.
Gamora: Who put the sticks up their butts?
Rocket Raccoon: Keep her on up there, Saal. We'll take care of the people down here.
Garthan Saal: I can't believe I'm taking orders from a hamster.
Gamora: You should have learned.
Peter Quill: I don't learn. One of my issues.
Peter Quill: I'm not about to be taken down by a tree and a talking raccoon...
Rocket Raccoon: What's a raccoon?
Peter Quill: "What's a raccoon?" It's what you are, stupid!
Rocket Raccoon: Ain't no thing like me, except me.
Chosen answer: Past events.
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