Rocket: Quill, stopping Ronan, it's impossible. You're asking us to die.
Peter Quill: Yeah, I guess I am.
Gamora: Quill. I have lived most my life surrounded by my enemies. I will be grateful to die among my friends.
Drax: You are an honorable man, Quill. I will fight beside you. And in the end, I will see my wife and daughter again.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Oh, what the hell. I don't got that long a lifespan, anyway.
Gamora: I'm a warrior and an assassin. I do not dance.
Peter Quill: Really? On my planet, there's 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... It's the greatest thing there is.
Gamora: Who put the sticks up their butts?
Peter Quill: What? No, that's just a...
Gamora: That is cruel.
Rocket: I have a plan! I have a plan!
Drax: Cease your yammering and relieve us from this irksome confinement.
Peter Quill: Yeah, I'll have to agree with the walking thesaurus on that one.
Drax: Do not ever call me a thesaurus.
Peter Quill: It's just a metaphor, dude.
Rocket: His people are completely literal. Metaphors are gonna go over his head.
Drax: Nothing goes over my head. My reflexes are too fast. I would catch it.
Gamora: I'm gonna die surrounded by the biggest idiots in the galaxy.