Peter Quill: Here you go.
Rocket: Oh, I was just kidding about the leg. I just need these two things.
Peter Quill: What?
Rocket: No, I thought it'd be funny. Was it funny? Oh, wait, what did he look like hopping around?
Peter Quill: I had to transfer him 30,000 units!
Rocket: Now, this is important. Once the battery is removed, everything is gonna slam into emergency mode. Once we have it, we gotta move quickly, so you definitely need to get that last. (Groot takes out the battery) Or we could just get it first and improvise.
Gamora: How are we supposed to do that?
Rocket: Well, supposably, these bald-bodies find you attractive. So, maybe you can work out some sort of trade.
Gamora: You must be joking.
Rocket: No, I really heard they find you attractive.
Groot: I am Groot.
Peter Quill: Well, that's just as fascinating as the first 89 times you told me that. What is wrong with Giving Tree, here?
Rocket: Well, he don't know talking good like me and you. So his vocabulistics is limited to "I" and "am" and "Groot." Exclusively in that order.
Peter Quill: I tell you what, that's gonna wear real thin, real fast.
Rocket (to Gamora): Pretty high and mighty coming from the lackey of a genocidal maniac. Yeah, I know who you are. Anyone who's anyone knows who you are.
Peter Quill: Yeah, we know who you are. (to Groot): Who is she?
Groot: I am Groot.
Peter Quill: Yeah, you said that.
Peter Quill: I've had a lot of folks try to kill me over the years. I ain't about to be brought down by a tree and a talking raccoon.
Rocket: What's a raccoon?
Peter Quill: "What's a raccoon?" It's what you are, stupid.
Rocket: Ain't no thing like me, except me.
Rhomann Dey: Gamora. Surgically modified and trained as a living weapon. The adopted daughter of the Mad Titan, Thanos. Recently, Thanos lent her and her sister Nebula out to Ronan, which leads us to believe that Thanos and Ronan are working together. Subject 89P13. Calls itself "Rocket." The result of illegal genetic and cybernetic experiments on a lower life form. They call it "Groot." A humanoid plant that's been travelling recently as 89P13's personal houseplant/muscle. Peter Jason Quill, from Terra. Raised from youth by a band of mercenaries called the Ravagers, led by Yondu Udonta.
Garthan Saal: What a bunch of a-holes.
Rhomann Dey: Hey! If it isn't Star-Prince.
Peter Quill: Star-Lord.
Rhomann Dey: Oh, sorry. "Lord." I picked this guy up a while back for petty theft. He's got a code name.
Peter Quill: Come on, man. It's a... It's an outlaw name.
Rhomann Dey: Just relax, pal. It's cool to have a code name. It's not that weird.
Korath: Master, he is a thief, an outlaw who calls himself Star-Lord. But we have discovered he has an agreement to retrieve the Orb for an intermediary known as The Broker.
Ronan: I promised Thanos I would retrieve the Orb for him. Only then will he destroy Xandar for me.
Ronan: They call me a terrorist... a radical... a zealot. Because I obey the ancient laws of my people the Kree and punish those who do not. Because I do not forgive your people for taking the life of my father, and his father, and his father before him. A thousand years of war between us will not be forgotten.
Prisoner: You can't do this. Our governments signed a peace treaty!
Ronan: Yes, my government knows no shame. You Xandarians and your culture are a disease.
Prisoner: You will never rule Xandar.
Ronan: No... I will cure it!