Thor: I know you think I'm down here wallowing in my own self-pity, waiting to be rescued and and saved, but I'm fine, okay? We're fine, aren't we?

Korg: Oh, we're good here, mate.

Thor: So, whatever it is that you're offering, we're not into it. Don't care. Couldn't care less. Goodbye.

Bruce Banner: We need you, pal.

Rocket: There's beer on the ship.

Thor: What kind?