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.
Peter Quill: I look around at us. You know what I see? Losers. I mean, like, folks who have lost stuff. And we have. Man, we have. All of us. Our homes, our families, normal lives. And, usually, life takes more than it gives. But not today. Today, it's given us something. It has given us a chance.
Drax: To do what?
Peter Quill: To give a sh*t. For once. Not run away.
Rocket: He thinks I'm some stupid thing! He does! Well, I didn't ask to get made! I didn't ask to be torn apart, and put back together, over and over and turned into some... Some little monster!
Peter Quill: Rocket, no one's calling you a monster.
Rocket: He (Drax) called me "vermin"! She (Gamora) called me "rodent"!