Drax: There are two types of beings in the universe: those who dance, and those who do not.
Peter Quill: I get it, yes. I am a dancer, Gamora is not.
Drax: You need to find a woman who's pathetic, like you.
Rocket: Are we really saving the galaxy, again?
Peter Quill: Yeah.
Rocket: Great! We can jack up our prices if we're two-time galaxy savers.
Peter Quill: What is it?
Kraglin: It's called a Zune. It's what everybody's listening to on Earth nowadays.
Rocket: You people have issues.
Peter Quill: Well, of course I have issues. That's my freakin' father.
Ego: After all these years I found you. My name is Ego, and I'm your dad, Peter. I wanted to experience what it was to be human. So I created what I thought a biological being would be like.
Drax: Did you make a penis?
Peter Quill: Shut up!
Ego: Yes, Drax, I got a penis. It's not half bad, either.
Peter Quill: You shouldn't have killed my mom and squished my Walkman.
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.
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.
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.
Owen: Time to take a stroll through the woods. 65,000,000 years ago.
Owen Grady: See? Not so bad.
