Drax: I just saved Quill.
Peter Quill: We've already established that you destroying the ship that I'm on is not saving me.
Drax: When did we establish it?
Peter Quill: Like three seconds ago!
Drax: I wasn't listening. I was thinking of something else.
Ronan: The Orb is in my possession, as I promised.
Thanos: Bring it to me.
Ronan: Yes, that was our agreement. Bring you the Orb, and you will destroy Xandar for me. However, now that I know it contains an Infinity Stone, I wonder what use I have for you.
Thanos: Boy, I would reconsider your current course.
Korath: Master! You cannot! Thanos is the most powerful being in the universe.
Ronan: Not anymore.
Rocket: Come on, Groot. Ronan has the Stone. The only chance we got is to get to the other side of the universe as fast as we can and maybe, just maybe, we'll be able to live full lives before that whack-job ever gets there.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Save them? How?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: I know they're the only friends that we ever had, but there's an army of Ravagers around them. And there's only two of us!
(Rocket is frustrated and starts kicking around...)
Rocket: Arg! You're making me beat... up grass!
Rocket: I can't believe you had that in your purse! (The orb/infinity stone)
Peter Quill: It's not a purse, it's a knapsack!
Rocket: When all this is over I'm not gonna kill every last one of you jerks.
Peter Quill: See? That's exactly why none of you have any friends! Five seconds after you meet somebody, you're already trying to kill them!
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"!
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.
Gamora: Quill, your ship is filthy. (leaves)
Peter Quill: Oh, she has no idea. If I had a black light, the place would look like a Jackson Pollock painting.
Rocket: You got issues, Quill.
Peter Quill: What is that?
Rocket: That's for if things get really hardcore. Or if you wanna blow up moons.
Gamora: No one's blowing up moons.
Rocket: You just wanna suck the joy out of everything.
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.