Drax: We'll kill anyone who gets in our way.
Peter Quill: No, not kill anyone.
Drax: Kill a few people.
Peter Quill: Kill no people.
Drax: Kill one guy. One stupid guy who no-one loves.
Peter Quill: Now you're just making it sad.
Groot: I love you guys.
Drax: Mantis, you asshole!
Peter Quill: I'm-a tell you something: I'm Star-Lord! I formed the Guardians! Met a girl, fell in love... that girl died. But then she came back. Came back, a total dick.
Gamora: Oh, please.
Nebula: You left out some important information. But that is the gist of it.
Rocket: We'll all fly away together... one last time... into the forever and beautiful sky.
Rocket: The name's Rocket. Rocket Raccoon.
The High Evolutionary: My sacred mission is to create the perfect society.
Rocket: He didn't want to make things perfect, he just hated things the way they are.
Mantis: Don't forget where we came from.
Nebula: Drax, you were never meant to be a destroyer. You were meant to be a dad.
Mantis: Humans only live to 50? What's the point of even being born.
Peter Quill: We were gone for quite a while. But no matter what happens next, the galaxy still needs its guardians.
Peter Quill: I never noticed how black your eyes were.
Nebula: They were replaced by my father as a method of torture.
Peter Quill: ...He picked a pretty set.
