Starring: Chris Pratt, Zoe Saldana, Dave Bautista, Vin Diesel, Bradley Cooper, Lee Pace, Michael Rooker, Karen Gillan, Djimon Hounsou, John C. Reilly, Glenn Close, Benicio Del Toro, Laura Haddock, Sean Gunn, Peter Serafinowicz, Christopher Fairbank, Alexis Denisof, Josh Brolin, Seth Green

OUR RATING: ★★★★☆

Story:

MCU superhero action adventure directed and co-written by James Gunn. The story follows space adventurer Peter Quill (Chris Pratt), an orphan from Earth, who finds himself the object of a manhunt by bounty hunters after stealing an orb coveted by the villainous Ronan the Accuser (Lee Pace). To evade Ronan, Quill is forced into an uneasy truce with four disparate misfits, Rocket Raccoon (Bradley Cooper), treelike-humanoid Groot (Vin Diesel), Gamora (Zoe Saldana), and Drax the Destroyer (Dave Bautista). But when he discovers the orb’s true power and the cosmic threat it poses, Quill must rally his ragtag group to save the universe.

 

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Best Quotes   (Total Quotes: 88)


 

[first lines; Earth 1988 – young Peter Quill sits in the waiting room of a hospital, listening to the “Awesome Mix” tape on his Walkman when his grandfather comes over to him]
Grandpa: Peter, your mama wants to speak with you. Come on, Pete. Take these fool things off.
[his grandfather takes the headphones off of Peter’s head, turns off the Walkman, takes Peter to see his mother, who’s lying sick in bed, she notices his eye is bruised]
Meredith Quill: Why have you been fighting with the other boys again, baby?
[Peter shrugs his shoulders]
Meredith Quill: Peter?
Young Quill: They killed a little frog that ain’t done nothing. Smushed it with a stick.
Meredith Quill: You’re so like you daddy, you even look like him. And he was an angel, composed of pure light…
[Meredith’s eyes close for a moment]
Grandpa: Mer? You got a present for Peter, don’t you?
Meredith Quill: Of course. There.
[she touches the small wrapped present and card, her father takes them and puts them in Peter’s backpack]
Grandpa: I’ve got you covered, Pete.
Meredith Quill: You open it up when I’m gone, okay?
[Peter’s eyes start welling up with tears]
Meredith Quill: Your grandpa is going to take such good care of you. At least until your daddy comes back to get you.


 

Meredith Quill: Take my hand.
[she opens her hand but Peter looks away]
Meredith Quill: Peter.
[Peter begins to cry]
Grandpa: Pete, come on.
Meredith Quill: Take my hand.
[just then Meredith’s heart stops]
Young Quill: Mom? No! No! No! No! Mom! No!
[as the doctor’s rush into Meredith’s room, Peter’s grandfather carries Peter]
Grandpa: Come with me.
Young Quill: No! No!
Grandpa: You’ve got to stay here. Please.
Young Quill: No.
Grandpa: Okay?
[Peter watches his grandfather walk back into the room, then Peter runs outside he falls to his knees as he weeps]
Young Quill: No.
[suddenly a spaceship appears above him and abducts him]
Young Quill: Mom!


 

[26 Year Later on Morag, an abandoned planet, adult Peter Quill searches for a mysterious orb, as he enters the cave where the orb is located, Peter puts on his Walkman to listen to “Come and Get Your Love” by Redbone, he starts dancing and singing along as he finds the orb, just he’s about to take the orb he is intercepted by Korath and his henchmen]
Korath: Drop it!
Peter Quill: Uh, hey.
[Korath instructs his henchmen to grab Peter]
Korath: Drop it, now!
Peter Quill: Hey, cool, man. No problem.
[Peter drops the orb just as the two henchman come closer to him with their guns pointed at him]
Peter Quill: No problem at all.
[Korath picks up the orb]
Korath: How do you know about this?
Peter Quill: I don’t even know what that is. I’m just a junker, man. I was just, just checking stuff out.
Korath: You don’t look like a junker. You’re wearing Ravager garb!
Peter Quill: This is just an outfit, man.
[to Korath’s henchmen who keep prodding him]
Peter Quill: Ninja Turtle, you better stop poking me.


 

Korath: What is your name?!
Peter Quill: My name is Peter Quill, okay? Dude, chill out.
Korath: Move!
Peter Quill: Why?
Korath: Ronan may have questions for you.
[Korath turns to leave]
Peter Quill: Hey, you know what? There’s another name you might know me by.
[Korath stops and turns back to look at Peter]
Peter Quill: Star-Lord.
Korath: Who?
Peter Quill: Star-Lord, man. Legendary outlaw.
[Korath shrugs in confusion]
Peter Quill: Guys?
Korath: Move!
Peter Quill: Oh, forget this.
[Peter pulls out his guns shoots the two henchmen and Korath then just as he picks up the orb Korath rises, shoots at Peter who manages being hit, he falls to the ground puts on his helmet, his boots become like rockets and he propels himself out of the cave, he then manages to get back to his ship and take off as Korath’s henchmen shoot at his ship]


 

[after escaping Korath and his men, Peter nearly loses control of his ship but manages to pull it back up in time, just then a woman appears]
Bereet: Peter? What happened?
Peter Quill: Hey, uh, uh. I…
[Peter tries to remember her name]
Bereet: Bereet.
Peter Quill: Bereet! Look, I’m going to be totally honest with you. I forgot you were here.
[she looks at him with shock; later as they are traveling away from Morag Peter watches the news on this monitor]
News Reporter: Scattered riots broke out across the Kree Empire today protesting the recent peace treaty signed by the Kree Emperor and Xandar’s Nova Prime.
Bereet: Peter, you have call.
[Bereet presses the screen to answer the call]
Peter Quill: No, wait, don’t!
[Peter’s partner, Yondu comes up on the monitor]
Yondu Udonta: Quill?
Peter Quill: Hey, Yondu.
Yondu Udonta: I’m here on Morag. Ain’t no Orb, ain’t no you.
Peter Quill: Well, I was in the neighborhood. I thought I’d save you the hassle.
Yondu Udonta: Well, where are you at now, boy?
Peter Quill: I feel really bad about this, but I’m not going to tell you that.
Yondu Udonta: I slaved putting this deal together.
Peter Quill: Slaved? Making a few calls is “slaved”?
Yondu Udonta: And now you’re going to rip me off!
Peter Quill: I mean, really?
Yondu Udonta: We do not do that to each other. We’re Ravagers, we got a code.
Peter Quill: Yeah, and that code is “steal from everybody.”
Yondu Udonta: When I picked you up on Terra.
Peter Quill: “Picked me up.”
Yondu Udonta: These boys of mine wanted to eat you.
Peter Quill: Yeah?
Yondu Udonta: They ain’t never tasted any Terran before. I stopped them. You’re alive because of me! I will find you, I will…
[Peter cuts him off by ending the call]


 

[to his men, referring to Peter]
Yondu Udonta: Put a bounty on him! Forty K. But I want him back alive.
Kraglin: Yeah, Cap.
Horuz: Alive?
Yondu Udonta: That’s what I said.
Horuz: I told you when you picked that kid up, you should have delivered him like we was hired to do! He was cargo! You have always been soft on him.
Yondu Udonta: You’re the only one I’m being soft on! Now, don’t you worry about Mr. Quill. As soon as we get him back here, I’m going to kill him myself. What we do need to worry about, is who else out there wants that orb!


 

[on the Kree Warship, the Dark Aster, Ronan is being dressed by his servants]
Ronan: They call me “terrorist,” “radical,” “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!
[Ronan picks up a massive weapon which resembles a hammer]
Xandarian Prisoner: You can’t do this! Our government signed a peace treaty.
Ronan: My government knows no shame. You Xandarians and your culture are a disease.
Xandarian Prisoner: You will never rule Xandar.
Ronan: No. I will cure it!
[Ronan suddenly uses his weapon to strike the prisoner in the head, killing him]


 

Nebula: Ronan, Korath has returned.
[Ronan meets with Korath]
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. Nebula, go to Xandar and get me the orb.
Nebula: It will be my honor.
Gamora: It will be your doom. If this happens again, you’ll be facing our father without his prize.
Nebula: I’m a daughter of Thanos, just like you.
Gamora: But I know Xandar.
Nebula: Ronan has already decreed that I…
Ronan: Do not speak for me.
[to Gamora]
Ronan: You will not fail.
Gamora: Have I ever?


 

[on Xander, Capital of the Nova Empire, Rocket and Groot, tree-like humanoid, are spying on the Xandarians in the city]
Rocket: Xandarians. What a bunch of losers. All of them in a big hurry to get from something stupid to nothing at all. Pathetic.
[referring to the Xandarian man with short blond hair walking on the sidewalk]
Rocket: Look at this guy! Can you believe they call us criminals, when he’s assaulting us with that haircut?
[referring to the small Xandarian child getting help whilst walking]
Rocket: What is this thing? Look how it thinks it’s so cool. It’s not cool to get help! Walk by yourself, you little gargoyle!
[referring to the older Xandarian man (Stan Lee) chatting up a pretty young woman]
Rocket: Look at Mr. Smiles over here. Where’s your wife, old man? What a class-A pervert.
[Rocket laughs]
Rocket: Right, Groot? Groot?
[he looks over to Groot and sees he’s drinking water from the nearby fountain]
Rocket: Don’t drink fountain water, you idiot. That’s disgusting!
[Groot shakes his head pretending he didn’t drink it]
Rocket: Yes, you did. I just saw you doing it. Why are you lying?
[Rocket’s tablet starts beeping warning him of a human sighting]
Rocket: Whoop. Looks like we got one. Okay, humie, how bad does someone want to find you?
[his tablet shows Peter talking to Bereet, Rocket sees that there’s a bounty on Peter]
Rocket: Forty thousand units? Groot, we’re going to be rich.
[Rockets looks over to Groot and finds him drinking from the water from fountain again, he sighs and shakes his head]


 

[Peter enters a shop in Xandar and is greeted by the Broker]
The Broker: Mr. Quill.
Peter Quill: Broker. The orb.
[he holds out the orb and places it on the counter in front of the Broker]
Peter Quill: As commissioned.
The Broker: Where’s Yondu?
Peter Quill: Wanted to be here, sends his love. And told me to tell you, that you got the best eyebrows in the business.
[the Broker picks up the orb]
Peter Quill: What is it?
The Broker: It’s my policy never to discuss my clients, or their needs.
Peter Quill: Yeah, well, I almost died getting it for you.
The Broker: An occupational hazard, I’m sure, in your line of work.
Peter Quill: Some machine-headed freak, working for a dude named Ronan.
[the Broker suddenly looks afraid]
The Broker: Ronan? I’m sorry, Mr. Quill. I truly am. But I want no part of this transaction if Ronan is involved.
[he gives the orb back to Peter and starts pushing him towards his shop door]
Peter Quill: Woh! Woh, woh, woh! Who’s Ronan?
The Broker: A Kree fanatic, outraged by the peace treaty, who will not rest until Xandarian culture, my culture, is wiped from existence!
[the Brokers starts pushing Peter again]
Peter Quill: Woh. Come on!
The Broker: He’s someone whose bad side I’d rather not be on.
Peter Quill: What? What about my bad side?
[the Broker opens his shop door and pushes Peter out]
The Broker: Farewell, Mr. Quill.
[he closes the door in Peter’s face]


 

[shouting to the Broker through his closed shop door]
Peter Quill: Hey, we had a deal, bro!
[as he steps back he notices Gamora standing nearby watching him]
Gamora: What happened?
Peter Quill: Uh, this guy just backed out of a deal on me. If there’s one thing I hate, it’s a man without integrity. Peter Quill. People call me Star-Lord.
Gamora: You have the bearing of a man of honor.
[Peter starts to playfully throw the orb up and down in his hand]
Peter Quill: Well, you know, I wouldn’t say that. People say it about me, all the time, but it’s not something I would ever say about myself.
[suddenly Gamora grabs the orb, kicks Peter in his stomach and runs off, Peter throws something like a magnetic rope which catches around Gamora’s legs and trips her up, as she gets the rope off her legs Peter catches up to her but Gamora manages to kick him off and starts punching him, she holds up her knife ready to stab him]
Gamora: This wasn’t the plan.
[as she’s about to stab Peter, Rocket jumps on to her and knocks her down; to Groot referring to Peter]
Rocket: Put him in the bag. Put him in the bag!
[Groot extends his roots and goes to grab Gamora]
Rocket: No! Not her, him! Learn genders, man.
[as he struggles with Gamora she tries to bite him]
Rocket: Biting? That’s not fair!
[as Rocket is fighting with Gamora, Peter uses this opportunity to grab the orb and runs off]


 

[as Rocket struggles to hold Gamora]
Rocket: Take it easy!
[Gamora manages to free herself from Rocket and Groot’s clutches, she throws Rockets aside, picks up a piece of metal, throws it at Peter’s hand making him drop the orb, she grabs and as she runs off Peter jumps on to her and knocks her down but Gamora overpowers him again and hold Peter down]
Gamora: Fool. You should have learned.
Peter Quill: I don’t learn. One of my issues.
[Peter grabs the orb from her hand, attaches small rocket launcher on Gamora and sets it off throwing Gamora aside, thinking he’s in the clear suddenly Groot places a bag over Peter’s head]
Peter Quill: What the…
[Groot starts carrying Peter in the bag over his shoulder]
Rocket: Quit smiling, you idiot. You’re supposed to be a professional.
[just then he sees Gamora coming towards them]
Rocket: You got to be kidding me.
[she pushes Rocket aside]
Rocket: Hey!


 

[Gamora fights with Groot, cutting off his arms, as she opens the bag Peter suddenly uses his gun to electrocute her and runs off, Rocket gets out his gun and aims it at Peter]
Rocket: I live for the simple things. Like how much this is going to hurt.
[he shoots his gun which shoots a ball of electricity at Peter giving him an electric shock]
Rocket: Yeah. Writhe, little man.
[he looks at Groot who is looking sadly as his severed arms]
Rocket: It’ll grow back, you D’ast idiot. Quit whining.
[just then they are captured by The Nova Corps]
Nova Arresting Pilot: Subject 89P13, drop your weapon.
Rocket: Oh, crap.
[Rockets reluctantly drops his weapon]
Nova Arresting Pilot: By the authority of the Nova Corps, you are under arrest…
[at the same time Peter is being arrested]
Corpsman Dey: Alright. Come on up.
Nova Arresting Pilot: …for endangerment to life and the destruction of property.


 

[as Dey arrests Peter he recognizes him]
Corpsman Dey: Hey! If it isn’t Star-Prince.
Peter Quill: Star-Lord.
Corpsman Dey: Oh, sorry. Lord.
[to his partner]
Corpsman Dey: 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.
Corpsman Dey: Just relax, pal. It’s cool to have a code name. It’s not that weird.
[referring to the Nova Corps]
Rocket: Fascists.
[we see as Rocket, Groot and an unconscious Gamora are arrested]


 

[at Nova Headquarters, Xandar’s Armed Forces, Nova Prime is on call to the Kree Ambassador]
Nova Prime: Ronan is destroying Xandarian outposts throughout the galaxy. I should think that would call for some slight response on the part of the Kree.
Kree Ambassador: We signed your peace treaty, Nova Prime. What more do you want?
Nova Prime: At least a statement from the Kree Empire saying that they condemn his actions. He is slaughtering children, families.
Kree Ambassador: That is your business. Now, I have other matters to attend to.
[he ends the call]
Nova Prime: Prick.
Denarian Saal: Well, some good news. Looks like we’ve apprehended one of Ronan’s compatriots.


 

[after all four have been captured and taken to Nova Headquarters, Dey presents each of them to Saal]
Corpsman 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.
[next it’s Rocket]
Corpsman Dey: Subject 89P13. Calls itself Rocket. The result of illegal genetic and cybernetic experiments on a lower life form.
[referring to Groot]
Denarian Saal: What the hell?
Corpsman Dey: They call it Groot. A humanoid plant that’s been traveling recently as 89P13’s personal house plant slash muscle.
[next up is Peter]
Corpsman Dey: Peter Jason Quill, from Terra. Raised from youth by a band of mercenaries called the Ravagers, led by Yondu Udonta.
[Quill winds up his middle finger and flips the bird at them]
Peter Quill: Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know how this machine worked.
Denarian Saal: What a bunch of a-holes.
[Dey smiles]
Denarian Saal: Transport all four to the Kyln.


 

[as the four of them are taken to The Kyln, High Security Prison]
Rocket: I guess most of Nova Corps want to uphold the laws, but these ones here, they’re corrupt and cruel. But, hey, that’s not my problem. I ain’t going to be here long. I’ve escaped twenty-two prisons, this one’s no different. You’re lucky the broad showed up, because otherwise, me and Groot would be collecting that bounty right now, and you’d be getting drawn and quartered by Yondu and those Ravagers.
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.
Prison Guard: Hold.
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.


 

[as they are being led to their cell]
Peter Quill: So, this orb has a real shiny blue suitcase, Ark of the Covenant, Maltese Falcon sort of vibe. What is it?
Groot: I am Groot.
Peter Quill: So what? What’s the orb?
Gamora: I have no words for an honorless thief.
Rocket: Pretty high and mighty coming from the lackey of a genocidal maniac.
[Gamora looks at Rocket]
Rocket: Yeah, I know who you are. Anyone who’s anyone knows who you are.
Peter Quill: Yeah, we know who you are.
[to Groot]
Peter Quill: Who is she?
Groot: I am Groot.
Peter Quill: Yeah, you said that.
Gamora: I wasn’t retrieving the orb for Ronan, I was betraying him. I had an agreement to sell it to a third party.


 

Groot: I am Groot.
Peter Quill: Well, that’s just as fascinating as the first eighty-nine 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 “l” and “am” and “Groot.” Exclusively in that order.
Peter Quill: Well I tell you what, that’s going to wear real thin, real fast. If I…
[suddenly Peter notices one of the prison guards playing with his Walkman]
Peter Quill: Hey. Put that away.
[the guard places the headphones on his head]
Peter Quill: You son of a… Hey! Listen to me, you big blue bastard. Take those headphones off. That’s mine, those belong to impound. That tape and that player is mine!
[suddenly the prison guard pokes Peter with his stun-rod and zaps him with electric shock; referring to the song playing on his Walkman]
Peter Quill: Hooked on a Feeling, Blue Swede, 1973. That song belongs to me!
[the prison guard pokes Peter again with his stun-rod giving Peter and zaps him hard with electric shock]


 

[the four of them are then cleansed and dressed in prison gear before being taken through to the prison where the inmates start threatening and throwing stuff at Gamora]
Prisoner #1: You first! You first!
Prisoner #2: Murderer!
Prisoner #1: Coming for you first, Gamora!
Prisoner #3: You’re dead!
Prisoner #4: You’re scum! You’re scum!
Rocket: It’s like I said, she’s got a rep. A lot of prisoners here have lost their families to Ronan and his goons. She’ll last a day, tops.
Prisoner #5: Murderer!
Peter Quill: The guards will protect her, right?
Rocket: They’re here to stop us from getting out. They don’t care what we do to each other inside.
Gamora: Whatever nightmares the future holds, are dreams compared to what’s behind me. [Peter turns to see a blue monstrous inmate]
Monstrous Inmate: Check out the new meat. I’m going to slather you up in Gunavian jelly, and go to town.
[suddenly Groot uses his trunk to insert into the inmate’s nostrils; to the other inmates]
Rocket: Let’s make something clear. This one here is our booty! You want to get to him, you go through us! Or, more accurately, we go through you.
[Groot drops the monstrous inmate to the ground and walks off with Rocket following him]
Peter Quill: I’m with them.


 

[the other inmates continue to hurl abuse at Gamora as she walks towards their cell]
Prisoner: No cell’s going to protect you for long.
[Gamora enters her cell, she sits and as the door closes the other inmates continue to hurl abuse, with one inmate, Drax, taking a more personal interest; later as the others sleep the inmates have got hold of Gamora]
Prison Guard: Take her down to the showers. It’ll be easier to clean up the blood down there.
[Peter wakes to see the inmates dragging Gamora off]
Rocket: Quill, where you going?
[Peter goes to follow them]
Rocket: Quill!
[the inmates have drawn their knives at Gamora]
Moloka Dar: Gamora, consider this a death sentence for your crimes against the galaxy.
[suddenly they are interrupted by Drax]
Drax: You dare? You know who I am, yes?
Moloka Dar: You’re Drax, The Destroyer.
[Peter and Rocket have followed them and are listening]
Rocket: Quill!
Drax: And you know why they call me this.
Moloka Dar: You slayed dozens of Ronan’s minions.


 

[to the inmates that are planning to kill Gamora]
Drax: Ronan murdered my wife, Ovette, and my daughter, Camaria. He slaughtered them where they stood. And he laughed!
[whispering to Peter as they watch]
Rocket: Quill?
[to the inmates]
Drax: Her life is not yours to take. He killed my family, I shall kill one of his in return.
Moloka Dar: Of course, Drax. Here, I…
[he hands his knife to Drax, but suddenly Gamora kicks out and takes the other two inmates weapons and holds them against Drax and Moloka Dar; at the same time Peter walks slowly towards them]
Rocket: Quill! What are you doing?
[to Drax]
Gamora: I’m no family to Ronan or Thanos.
[she steps back and drops the knives]
Gamora: I’m your only hope at stopping him.
[Drax suddenly grabs Gamora by her throat]
Drax: Woman, your words mean nothing to me!
[Peter interrupts him]
Peter Quill: Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Hey!
[to himself]
Rocket: Oh, crap.


Peter Quill: You know, if killing Ronan is truly your sole purpose, I don’t think this is the best way to go about it.
Drax: Are you not the man this wench attempted to kill?
Peter Quill: Well, I mean, she’s hardly the first woman to try and do that to me.
[he pulls up his shirt to show Drax a scar on his side]
Peter Quill: Look, this is from a smoking-hot Rajak girl. Stabbed me with a fork. Didn’t like me skipping out on her at sunrise.
[he shows Drax another scar near his throat]
Peter Quill: I got, right here, a Kree girl tried to rip out my thorax. She caught me with this skinny little A’askavariian who worked in Nova Records. I was trying to get information. You ever see an A’askavariian? They have tentacles and needles for teeth. If you think I’m seriously interested in that, then…
[Drax gives him a cold look]
Peter Quill: You don’t care. But here’s the point. She betrayed Ronan, he’s coming back for her. And when he does, that’s when you…
[Peter draws his finger across his throat to indicate slicing Ronan’s throat]
Drax: Why would I put my finger on his throat?
Peter Quill: What? Oh, this is a symbol. This is a symbol for you slicing his throat.
Drax: I would not slice his throat, I would cut his head clean off.
Peter Quill: It’s a general expression for you killing somebody.
[to Moloka Dar as he draws his finger across his throat again]
Peter Quill: You’ve heard of this. You’ve seen this, right? You know what that is.
Moloka Dar: Yeah. Yeah.
Peter Quill: Everyone knows.
[to Drax as he looks Moloka Dar]
Moloka Dar: No, no.
Peter Quill: What I’m saying is, you want to keep her alive. Don’t do his work for him.
[Drax looks at Gamora then lets her go; to Moloka Dar as looks at the knife in his hand]
Drax: I like your knife. I’m keeping it.
[Drax walks off]
Moloka Dar: That was my favorite knife.


 

[as Gamora walks back to her cell]
Peter Quill: Listen! I could care less whether you live or whether you die.
Gamora: Then why stop the big guy?
Peter Quill: Simple. You know where to sell my orb.
Gamora: How are we going to sell it when we and it are still here?
Peter Quill: My friend Rocket, here, has escaped twenty-two prisons.
Rocket: Oh, we’re getting out. And then we’re headed straight to Yondu to retrieve your bounty.
Peter Quill: How much was your buyer willing to pay you for my orb?
Gamora: Four billion units.
Rocket: What?!
Peter Quill: Holy shit.
Gamora: That orb is my opportunity to get away from Thanos and Ronan. If you free us, I’ll lead you to the buyer directly and I’ll split the profit between the three of us.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Four of us. Asleep for the danger, awake for the money, as per fricking usual.


 

[The Other has contacted Ronan on his ship]
The Other: You have been betrayed, Ronan.
Ronan: We know only that she has been captured. Gamora may yet recover the orb.
The Other: No! Our sources within the Kyln say Gamora has her own plans for the orb. Your partnership with Thanos is at risk. Thanos requires your presence. Now!
[At Sanctuary, Domain of Thanos, Ronan meets with Thanos]
Ronan: With all due respect, Thanos, your daughter made this mess, and yet you summon me.
The Other: I would lower my voice, Accuser.
Ronan: First, she lost a battle with some primitive.
The Other: Thanos put Gamora under your charge.
Ronan: Then she was apprehended by the Nova Corps.
The Other: You are the one here with nothing to show for it.
Ronan: Your sources say that she meant to betray us the whole time!
The Other: Lower your tone! I may be your…
[Thanos uses his power to twist and break The Other’s neck, killing him]


 

[to Thanos]
Ronan: I only ask that you take this matter seriously.
[Thanos turns in his massive hovering chair made of rock to face Ronan]
Thanos: The only matter I do not take seriously, boy, is you. Your politics bore me. Your demeanor is that of a pouty child. And, apparently, you alienated my favorite daughter, Gamora.
[Nabula, who’s there with Ronan, looks upset]
Thanos: I shall honor our agreement, Kree, if you bring me the orb. But return to me again empty handed, and I will bathe the starways in your blood.
Nebula: Thanks, Dad. Sounds fair.
[to Ronan as she walks off]
Nebula: This is one fight you won’t win. Let’s head to the Kyln.


 

[back at the prison]
Rocket: If we’re going to get out of here, we’re going to need to get into that watchtower. And to do that I’m going to need a few things. The guards wear security bands to control their ins and outs. I need one.
Gamora: Leave it to me.
[referring to the prisoner with a prosthetic leg walking by them]
Rocket: That dude, there. I need his prosthetic leg.
Peter Quill: His leg?
Rocket: Yeah. God knows I don’t need the rest of him. Look at him, he’s useless.
Peter Quill: Alright.
Rocket: And finally, on the wall back there is a black panel. Blinky yellow light. Do you see it?
[Peter turns to look at it]
Peter Quill: Yeah.
Rocket: There’s a quarnyx battery behind it. Purplish box, green wires. To get into that watchtower, I definitely need it.
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.


 

[referring to the prison black panel containing the battery Rocket wants]
Peter Quill: Look, it’s twenty feet up in the air, and it’s in the middle of the most heavily-guarded part of the prison. It’s impossible to get up there without being seen.
Rocket: I got one plan, and that plan requires a fricking quarnyx battery, so figure it out! Can I get back to it? Thanks.
[in the background we see Groot trying to grab the black panel that Rocket wants]
Rocket: Now, this is important. Once the battery is removed, everything is going to slam into emergency mode. Once we have it, we got to move quickly, so you definitely need to get that last.
[we see Groot cutting off the black panel wire which then makes the alarm go off]
Rocket: Or we could just get it first and improvise.
Gamora: I’ll get the armband.
Peter Quill: Leg.
[Peter and Gamora go off leaving Rocket looking frustrated]


 

[after the alarm goes off the prison security droids surround Groot]
Watchtower Guard: Prisoner, drop the device immediately and retreat to your cell, or we will open fire.
Groot: I am Groot!
Watchtower Guard: Fire!
[as the security droids start firing at Groot he lashes out at them]
Watchtower Guard: All prisoners return to your sleeping areas.
[Rocket races over to Groot climbs onto his shoulder]
Rocket: You idiot! How am I supposed to fight these things without my stuff?
[Drax watches as the guards try to capture Groot]
Prison Guard: The animal is in control. Fire on my command!
[as they go to shoot at Groot Drax attacks them, knocks them down and takes one of their weapons]
Drax: Creepy little beast!
[Drax throws the gun at Rocket, who catches it]
Rocket: Oh, yeah.
[Rocket starts firing at the guards]


 

[Peter is attempting to get the prosthetic leg from the prisoner]
One Legged Prisoner: You need my what?
[meanwhile Gamora fights off two guards and manages to grab one of the guards wrists]
Gamora: I’ll need this.
Prison Guard: Good luck. It’s internally wired.
Gamora: I’ll figure something out.
[Gamora breaks his arm, at the same time Peter is running off with the prosthetic leg]
‘Drop the Leg’ Guard: Drop the leg! Drop the leg and move back to your cell!
[Peter uses the prosthetic leg to knock the guard down, gets his weapons and fires at the security droids; Gamora then calls out to Rocket]
Gamora: Rocket!
[to Groot]
Rocket: Move to the watchtower!
[all four start making their way to the watchtower, when Peter nearly gets shot at by one of the security droids Drax saves him by destroying the ship]
Drax: You! Man who has lain with an A’askavariian!
Peter Quill: It was one time, man.
[Peter continues to climb up to the watchtower and Drax follows him]


 

Watchtower Guard: We need all available guards in full combat gear.
[suddenly the watchtower guard hears the doors open, he turns and sees Peter, Rocket, Gamora, Drax and Groot, the guard puts up his hands and Groot shoves him out of the tower, as they all enter Gamora looks at Drax with shock]
Drax: Spare me your foul gaze, woman.
Gamora: Why is this one here?
Peter Quill: We promised him he could stay by your side until he kills your boss. I always keep my promises, when they’re to muscle-bound whack-jobs who will kill me if I don’t. Here you go.
[Peter throws the prosthetic leg to Rocket]
Rocket: Oh, I was just kidding about the leg. I just need these two things.
Peter Quill: What?
[Rocket laughs]
Rocket: No, I thought it’d be funny. Was it funny? No, wait, what did he look like hopping around?
Peter Quill: I had to transfer him thirty thousand units!
[Rocket snickers to himself]


 

Drax: How are we going to leave?
[referring to Rocket]
Peter Quill: Well, he’s got a plan. Right? Or is that another thing you made up?
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 going to go over his head.
Drax: Nothing goes over my head. My reflexes are too fast. I would catch it.
Gamora: I’m going to die surrounded by the biggest idiots in the galaxy.


 

[as the prison guards surround the watchtower carrying large weapons]
Peter Quill: Those are some big guns.
[to the guards]
Head Riot Guard: On my command! Number one!
[one of the guards shoots his weapon which hits one of the watchtower glass windows]
Gamora: Rodent, we are ready for your plan.
Rocket: Hold on!
Head Riot Guard: Number two!
[another guard shoots his weapon which hits the other side of the watchtower; referring to Rocket]
Drax: I recognize this animal. We’d roast them over a flame pit as children. Their flesh was quite delicious.
Rocket: Not helping!
[to the guards]
Head Riot Guard: Number three!
[another shoots their weapon which hits another glass window of the watchtower leaving a massive crack]
Head Riot Guard: All fire on my command!
[Rocket works as fast as he can to save them]
Head Riot Guard: Three! Two! One!
[just then Rocket rigs to turn off the gravity making everyone in the prison start floating]


 

Gamora: You turned off the artificial gravity, everywhere but in here.
Rocket: I told you I had a plan.
[Rocket disconnects the watchtower from its base, then uses the security droids to attack to the base of it and uses the droids jets to fly the watchtower out of the prison]
Peter Quill: That was a pretty good plan.
[they get out of the watchtower, the others go grab their personal stuff and Peter looks for his spaceship]
Peter Quill: Yeah! There it is. Get my ship. It’s the Milano, the orange and blue one over in the corner.
Rocket: They crumpled my pants up into a ball. That’s rude! They folded yours.
[Peter then gets his personal stuff and looks through it, we see the orb on one of his bags]
Gamora: The orb’s there. Let’s go!
Peter Quill: Wait, wait, wait.
[Peter keeps searching for his Walkman in his stuff]
Gamora: What?
Peter Quill: That bastard didn’t put it back.
Gamora: Put what back?
[Peter gives the bag containing the orb to Gamora]
Peter Quill: Here. Get them to the ship, I will be right back.
Gamora: How are you going to possibly…
Peter Quill: Just keep the Milano close by. Go. Go!
[Peter runs off]


 

[Peter attacks the prison guards using his weapon taking each one down one by one]
Prison Guard: Ow! My neck!
[Peter shoots him again as he walks past him, at the same time the others have boarded the Milano and are waiting for Peter]
Rocket: Well, how’s he going to get to us?
Gamora: He declined to share that information with me.
Rocket: Well, screw this, then! I ain’t waiting around for some humie with a death wish. You got the orb, right?
Gamora: Yes.
[Gamora looks in the bag that Peter gave her and finds the orb is missing, we see Peter has kept the orb and is throwing it up and down in his hand as he goes to get his Walkman from the guard that took it, he uses the orb to bash the guard over the head; back on the Milano]
Rocket: If we don’t leave now, we will be blown to bits.
Gamora: No! We’re not leaving without the orb.
[just then Drax notices Peter flying towards them]
Drax: Behold.


 

[as they help Peter board onto the Milano]
Drax: This one shows spirit. He shall make a keen ally in the battle against Ronan.
[to Peter]
Drax: Companion, what were you retrieving?
[Peter gives him the Walkman]
Drax: You’re an imbecile.


 

[as they are flying off in the Milano, Peter finds Rocket taking apart parts of the ship]
Peter Quill: Woh, woh, woh! Yoh, Ranger Rick! What are you doing? You can’t take apart my ship without asking me! See, what is this?
Rocket: Don’t touch that, it’s a bomb.
Peter Quill: A bomb?
Rocket: Yep.
Peter Quill: And you leave it lying around?
Rocket: I was going to put it in a box.
Peter Quill: What’s a box going to do?
[Rocket pulls out a box and takes out the wrapped present Peter’s mother had given him before she had died]
Rocket: How about this one?
Peter Quill: No! Woh! Hey! Hey! Leave it alone!
Rocket: Why? What is it?
Peter Quill: Shut up.
Rocket: Hey!
[pointing to something else Rocket had pulled out of the ship]
Peter Quill: What is that?
Rocket: That’s for if things get really hardcore. Or if you want to blow up moons.
Gamora: No one’s blowing up moons.
Rocket: You just want to suck the joy out of everything.


 

Peter Quill: So, listen, I’m going to need your buyer’s coordinates.
Gamora: We’re heading in the right direction, for now.
[Gamora picks up the orb]
Peter Quill: If we’re going to work together, you might want to try trusting me a little bit.
Gamora: And how much do you trust me?
[he takes the orb out of Gamora’s hand]
Peter Quill: I’d trust you a lot more if you told me what this was. Because I’m guessing it’s some kind of weapon.
Gamora: I don’t know what it is.
[Peter places the orb on the table and Drax picks it up]
Drax: If it’s a weapon, we should use it against Ronan.
Gamora: Put it down, you fool! You’ll destroy us all.
Drax: Or just you, murderess!
Gamora: I let you live once, princess!
Drax: I am not a princess!
Peter Quill: Hey! Nobody is killing anybody on my ship! We’re stuck together until we get the money.
[Drax throws the orb to Peter]
Drax: I have no interest in money.
[Drax walks off]
Peter Quill: Great. That means more money for the three of us.
[Groot makes a noise indicating he counts too]
Peter Quill: For the four of us. Partners.
Gamora: We have an agreement, but I would never be partners with the likes of you. I’ll tell the buyer we’re on our way. And Quill, your ship is filthy.
[she turns and walks up the stairs]
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.


 

[Ronan and Nebula are at The Kyln torturing one of the prison guards]
Head Riot Guard: I swear, I don’t know where they went! I swear!
Nebula: If he knew where they were headed, he’d have already told us.
Head Riot Guard: Yeah.
Nebula: Ronan, the Nova Corps sent a fleet to defend the prison. Well, then, send Necrocraft to every corner of the quadrant. Find the orb. Any means, any price.
Nebula: And this place?
Ronan: The Nova can’t know what we’re after. Cleanse it!


 

[Yondu pays a visit to the Broker to find out what Peter has done with the orb]
Yondu Udonta: Do you got any other cute little buggers like this one? I like to stick them all in a row on my control console.
The Broker: I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.
Kraglin: He’s being fully serious.
The Broker: In that case, I can show you.
[Yondu laughs]
Yondu Udonta: But first, you going to tell me what this orb is, and why everybody cares so damn much about it. And then you going to tell me, who out there might want to buy it.
The Broker: Sir, the high-end community is a…
[Yondu interrupts and mocks him by speaking gibberish]
The Broker: The high-end community is a…
[Yondu continues to talk gibberish over the Broker]
The Broker: It’s a tight-knit…
[Yondu interrupts him again with more gibberish]
The Broker: Tight-knit…
[Yondu interrupts him again]
The Broker: The high-end community is a very tight-knit…
[Yondu interrupts him again talking gibberish making Kraglin laugh]
The Broker: I cannot possibly betray the confidentiality of my buyers!
[Yondu threatens him by making his arrow float and hover towards the Broker’s face]
Yondu Udonta: Now, who again is this buyer of yours?


 

[on the Collector’s ship]
The Collector: Carina.
Carina: Yes, Master.
The Collector: Your people do have elbows, do they not?
Carina: We do, Master.
The Collector: Then use them. I don’t have to remind you what happened to the last attendant who disappointed me. Do I?
[Carina fearfully looks at the previous servant who is now locked up in one of the glass cells on the Collector’s ship]
The Collector: Chop, chop. Our guests will be here soon.
[Carina quickly goes back to cleaning the glass cells]


 

[back on the Milano]
Rocket: Heads up! We’re inbound.
[they all watch as they head towards Knowhere which looks like a giant severed-head]
Peter Quill: Woh.
Drax: What is it?
Gamora: It’s called Knowhere. The severed head of an ancient celestial being. Be wary headed in, rodent. There are no regulations whatsoever here.
[we see the Milano enter Knowhere, Mining Colony]
Gamora: Hundreds of years ago, the Tivan Group sent workers in to mine the organic matter within the skull. The bone, brain tissue, spinal fluid. All rare resources, highly valued in black markets across the galaxy. It’s dangerous and illegal work, suitable only for outlaws.
[we see the group walking around in the streets of Knowhere]
Peter Quill: Well, I come from a planet of outlaws. Billy the Kid, Bonnie and Clyde and John Stamos.
Drax: It sounds like a place which I would like to visit.
Peter Quill: Yeah, you should.
[a bunch of kids surround them]
Knowhere Kid: Excuse me.
[to the others]
Peter Quill: Watch your wallets.
Knowhere Kid: Can you spare any units?
Rocket: Get out of here.
[a girl walks up to Groot, he grows a flower in his hand, plucks it and gives it to her before walking off]


 

[as they walk towards a bar]
Rocket: Your buyer’s in there?
Gamora: We are to wait here for his representative.
[we see a bouncer throws a patron out of the bar]
Bar Bouncer: Get out of here!
Drax: This is no respectable establishment. What do you expect us to do while we wait?
[while they wait for their appointment, Drax, Rocket and Groot get drunk and gamble]
Drax: Yes! Yes!
Rocket: Yahoo!
Drax: My Orloni has won, as I win at all things! Now, let’s put more of this liquid into our bodies.
Rocket: That’s the first thing you said that wasn’t bat-shit crazy!
[at the same time Peter and Gamora are on the balcony of the bar]
Peter Quill: Man, you wouldn’t believe what they charge for fuel out here. I might actually lose money on this job.
Gamora: My connection is making us wait.
Peter Quill: It’s just a negotiation tactic. Trust me, this is my specialty. Where yours is more, “Stab, stab. Those are my terms.”
[Gamora smiles]
Gamora: My father didn’t stress diplomacy.
Peter Quill: Thanos?
Gamora: He’s not my father.


 

Gamora: When Thanos took my home world, he killed my parents in front of me. He tortured me, turned me into a weapon. When he said he was going to destroy an entire planet for Ronan, I couldn’t stand by and…
[she notices Peter’s Walkman on his belt and takes it]
Gamora: Why would you risk your life for this?
Peter Quill: My mother gave it to me. My mom liked to share with me all the pop songs that she loved growing up. I happened to have it on me when I was, the day that she, you know, when I left Earth.
[Peter takes the Walkman from Gamora and puts it back on his belt]
Gamora: What do you do with it?
Peter Quill: Do? Nothing. You listen to it. Or you can dance.
Gamora: I’m a warrior and an assassin. I do not dance.
Peter Quill: Really? Well, 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.
Peter Quill: It’s just a phrase people use.

 


Total Quotes: 88

 




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