100 Best Guardians of the Galaxy Quotes

- He turned off the artificial gravity, everywhere but in here.

Gamora: We're just like Kevin Bacon.

- Aw, hell!
- I'm going down, Quill!
- No more games with me, boy!
- I'll see you at the end of this!
- There are too many of them, Rocket!
- We'll never make it up there!

- is not yours to take.
- He killed my family.
- I shall kill one of his in return.
- Of course, Drax. Here, I...
- Quill! What are you doing?
- I'm no family to Ronan or Thanos.

- Not helping!
- Number three!
- All fire on my command!
- Three!
- Two!
- One!

- if you bring me the orb.
- But return to me again empty-handed, and I will bathe the starways in your blood.
- Thanks, dad. Sounds fair.
- This is one fight you won't win.
- Let's head to the Kyln.

[Groot grows a cocoon of branches to cover his friends]
Rocket: No, Groot! You can't! You'll die! Why are you doing this? Why?
[Groot uses a thin branch to wipe away Rocket's tears]
Groot: We are Groot.

Star: Here you go.
[Quill presents the prosthetic leg Rocket requested]
Rocket: Oh, I was just kidding about the leg. I just need these two things.
Star: What?
Rocket: [laughing] No, I thought it'd be funny! Was it funny? No, wait, what'd he look like hopping around?
Star: I had to transfer him 30,000 units!
Rocket: [chittering laughter]

[from trailer]
Peter: So here we are: a thief, two thugs, an assassin and a maniac. But we're not going to stand by as evil wipes out the galaxy. I guess we're stuck together, partners.

- Why, so he could turn you into a frickin' chair?
- That's your pet?
- His what?!
- Tivan.
- We have been halfway around the galaxy, retrieving this orb.
- Very well, then.
- Let us see what you brought.

- Whoa.
- What is it?
- It's called Knowhere.
- The severed head of an ancient celestial being.
- Be wary headed in, rodent.
- There are no regulations whatsoever here.

[Quill struggles to control the Infinity stone]
Gamora: Peter, take my hand!
[Quill grabs her hand, and Drax and Rocket do the same]
Ronan: You're mortal! How...
Peter: You said it yourself, bitch. We're the Guardians of the Galaxy.
[the Guardians strike Ronan]

- Mom! No!
- Come with me.
- No!
- No!
- You've got to stay here. Please.
- No...
- Okay?

Gamora: You should have learned.
Peter: I don't learn. One of my issues.

- 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!
- "Hooked on a Feeling",
- Blue Swede, 1973.
- That song belongs to me!

- And I will be okay.
- And I will always be with you.
- You are the light of my life.
- My precious son.
- My little Star-Lord.
- Love, mom.

- Sister, help us fight Ronan.
- You know he's crazy.
- I know you're both crazy.
- No!
- What the...?
- Ah!
- Get out!

Gamora: I know who you are, Peter Quill, and I am not some starry-eyed waif here to succumb to your... your pelvic sorcery!

[a brawl takes place between Drax and Rocket]
Drax the Destroyer: This vermin speaks of affairs he knows nothing about!
Rocket: That is true!
Drax the Destroyer: He has no respect!
Rocket: That is also true! Keep callin' me vermin tough guy, you just want to laugh at me like everyone else!
Peter: Rocket, you're drunk, all right? No one's laughing at you.
Rocket: [points at Drax] He thinks I'm some stupid thing! He does!
[starts to cry]
Rocket: 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 little monster!
Peter: Rocket, no one's calling you a monster...
Rocket: He called me vermin! She called me rodent! Let's see if you can laugh after five or six good shots in your freakin' face!
[draws a gun]
Peter: No no no! Four billion units! Rocket, come on man, suck it up for one more lousy night and we're rich.
Rocket: Fine, but I can't promise when all of this is over I'm not going to kill every last one of you jerks.
Peter: See, this is exactly why none of you have any friends!

Gamora: I am going to die surrounded by the biggest idiots in the galaxy.

- 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 gonna kill him myself.
- What we do need to worry about, is who else out there wants that orb!

Drax the Destroyer: I just wanted to tell you how grateful I am that you've accepted me despite my blunders. It is good to once again be among friends. You, Quill, are my friend.
Peter: Thanks.
Drax the Destroyer: This dumb tree is also my friend.
[Groot grunts]
Drax the Destroyer: And this green whore is also...
Gamora: Oh, you must stop!

- Well, how's he gonna get to us?
- He declined to share that information with me.
- Well, screw this, then!
- I ain't waiting around for some humie with a death wish.
- You got the orb, right?
- Yes.

- You stupid, traitorous...
- Nobody talks to my friends like that.
- Head to the flight deck.
- I'll shut down the power to the security doors.
- Yondu Udonta.
- Order your men to turn on the Nova Corps.

- You'll die.
- Why are you doing this?
- Why?
- We are
- Groot.

- The stone is in the furthest pod.
- Bring it down!

- We'll take care of the people down here.
- I can't believe
- I'm taking orders from a hamster.
- Star-Lord.
- Finally.
- Ah!
- You thief!

Peter: [to Gamora] You're a good looking girl. You should try to be more nice to people.

- How? We've got no weaponry on these things.
- These pods are industrial grade.
- They're nearly indestructible.
- Not against Necroblasts, they're not.
- That's not what I'm saying.
- Oh!

- It's a general expression for you killing somebody.
- You've heard of this.
- You've seen this, right?
- You know what that is.
- Yeah. Yeah.
- Everyone knows.
- No, no.
- What I'm saying is, you want to keep her alive.
- Don't do his work for him.

- Oh, man.
- All Nova pilots, interlock and form a blockade.
- The Dark Aster must not reach the ground!
- Locked in!
- Locked in.
- We're locked in.

- I mean, not to brag, but, objectively...
- Where's the orb?
- It's... well, they got the orb.
- What?
- Welcome home, Peter.

- Let's make something clear.
- This one here is our booty!
- You wanna get to him, you go through us!
- Or, more accurately, we go through you.

- No!
- Nebula, retrieve the orb.

Peter: [talks with the rest of the Guardians in private when they are all in doubt] When I look around, you know what I see? Losers.
[Everyone looks at him]
Peter: I mean like, folks who have lost stuff. And we have, man, we have, all of us. Homes, and our families, normal lives. And you think life takes more than it gives, but not today. Today it's giving us something. It is giving us a chance.
Rocket: To do what?
Peter: To give a shit. And I am not gonna stand by and watch as billions of lives are being wiped out.

- Enough nonsense, Ravager!
- Time to die...

- Creepy little beast!
- Oh, yeah.
- You need my what?

[last lines]
Peter: What should we do next: Something good, something bad? Bit of both?
Gamora: We'll follow your lead, Star-Lord.
Peter: A bit of both!

- Peter Quill. People call me Star-Lord.
- You have the bearing of a man of honor.
- 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.
- Ooh!

[repeated line]
Groot: I am Groot.

- I'm here to fetch you for my master.
- Okay, this isn't creepy at all.
- We house the galaxy's largest collection of fauna, relics, and species of all manner.
- I present to you,
- Taneleer Tivan, 'The Collector.'

- So... also illegal.
- Hmm.
- They'll be fine, Dey.
- I'm gonna keep an eye on 'em.
- You?
- Yeah. Me.

Nova: The fate of 12 billion people is in your hands.
Peter: Hold on a second, you're being serious right now?

- Yes, you did. I just saw you doing it.
- Why are you lying?
- Whoop.
- Looks like we got one.
- Okay, humie, how bad does someone wanna find you?
- 40,000 units?
- Groot, we're gonna be rich!

- You!
- Man who has lain with an A'askavariian!
- It was one time, man.
- We need all available guards in full combat gear...

- I wonder what use I have for you.
- Boy,
- I would reconsider your current course.
- Master! You cannot!
- Thanos is the most powerful being in the universe.
- Not anymore.

- Yondu.
- Do not open that orb.
- You know that, right?
- You've seen what it does to people.

- teaches an entire city full of people with sticks up their butts that dancing, well...
- It's the greatest thing there is.
- Who put the sticks up their butts?
- What? No, that's just a...
- That is cruel.
- It's just a phrase people use.

Peter: Yeah, I'll have to agree with the walking thesaurus on that one.
Drax the Destroyer: DO NOT ever call me a thesaurus.
Peter: It's just a metaphor, dude.
Rocket: His people are completely literal. Metaphors go over his head.
Drax the Destroyer: *Nothing* goes over my head...! My reflexes are too fast, I would catch it.

[from outtake]
Star: Dance-off, bro! Me and you!
Ronan: It's on!

- Peter Quill.
- This is Denarian Saal of the Nova Corps.
- For the record,
- I advised against trusting you here.
- They got my "dick" message!
- Prove me wrong.
- Yes!

- Then use them.
- I don't have to remind you what happened to the last attendant who disappointed me.
- Do I?
- Chop, chop.
- Our guests will be here soon.
- Heads up! We're inbound!

Ronan: I only ask that you take this matter seriously.
Thanos: The only matter I do not take seriously, boy, is you. Your politics bore me! Your demeanor is that of a pouting child. And apparently you alienated my favorite daughter, Gamora. I shall honor our agreement, Kree, if you bring me the Orb. But return to me again empty handed and I will bathe the star-ways with your blood.
Nebula: Thanks, Dad. Sounds fair.

- Ronan the Accuser!
- You are the one who transmitted the message?
- You killed my wife.
- You killed my daughter!
- I told you, you can't fit.
- Now, wait here. I'll be back.
- It is Gamora.
- She is escaping with the orb.

- That was a pretty good plan.
- Huh?

Rocket: [scans a small child] Look at this thing. It thinks it's so cool. It's not cool to ask for help! Walk by yourself, you little gargoyle!

- That bastard didn't put it back.
- Put what back?
- Here.
- Get them to the ship. I will be right back.
- How are you gonna possibly...
- Just keep the Milano close by.
- Go.
- Go!

- Quill, you gotta hurry.
- The city's been evacuated, but we're getting our asses kicked down here.
- Gamora hasn't opened the door!

Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Asleep for the danger, awake for the money, as per frickin' usual.

Denarian: I can't believe I'm taking orders from a hamster.

Ronan: Citizens of Xandar, behold your guardians of the galaxy! What fruit have they wrought?
Peter: [dances] Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier. Ooh child, things will get brighter. You listen to these words. Ooh child, things are gonna get easier. Ooh child things'll get brighter. Then bring it down hard! Someday...
Ronan: What are you doing?
Peter: Dance-off, bro. Me and you.
[holds out his hand for Gamora]
Peter: Gamora.
[she shakes her head]
Peter: Subtle, taking it back.
Ronan: What are you doing?
Peter: I'm distracting you, you big turd blossom!

Gamora: [talks to Drax] You don't get opinions after that nonsense you pulled on Knowhere.
Drax the Destroyer: I just saved Quill!
Peter: We've already established that blowing up the ship I'm on isn't saving me.
Drax the Destroyer: When did we establish that?
Peter: Like three seconds ago!
Drax the Destroyer: Well I wasn't listening then, I was thinking about something else.
Rocket: She's right; you don't get opinions.

- Just like you.
- But I know Xandar.
- Ronan has already decreed that I...
- Do not speak for me.
- You will not fail.
- Have I ever?

Drax the Destroyer: Finger on throat means death!
[kills Korath]
Drax the Destroyer: Metaphor.
Peter: ...Sort of.

- I, for one, am not gonna stand by and watch as Ronan wipes out billions of innocent lives.
- But, Quill, stopping Ronan, it's impossible.
- You're asking us to die.
- Yeah, I guess I am.

- Only that my father and his father shall finally know vengeance.
- People of Xandar, the time has come to rejoice and renounce your paltry gods!
- Your salvation is at hand.

- no, seriously, I need it!
- It's important to me.
- Ronan's fleet has been spotted, and will arrive in t-minus fifteen minutes.
- Remember, boy.
- At the end of all this,
- I get the stone.
- You cross me, we kill you all.

- He is gonna be so pissed when he realizes I switched out the orb on him.
- He was gonna kill you, Peter.
- Oh, I know.
- But he was about the only family I had.
- No.
- He wasn't.

- No!
- Ow! What the hell?
- I know who you are, Peter Quill!
- And I am not some starry-eyed waif here to succumb to your... your pelvic sorcery!
- That is not what is happening here.
- Oh, no!

- I don't recall killing your family.
- I doubt I'll remember killing you, either.

Denarian: Peter Quill, this is Denarian Saal. For the record, I advised them against trusting you.
Peter: [to Gamora] They got my dick message.
Denarian: Prove me wrong!

- You did it!
- I was mistaken.
- I do remember your family.
- Their screams were pitiful. I...

- What do you think, fancy man? Units!
- Very well, then.
- Carina.
- Stand back.
- I will no longer be your slave!
- No!

- There's another name you might know me by.
- Star-Lord.
- Who?
- Star-Lord, man. Legendary outlaw.
- Guys?
- Move!
- Ah, forget this.

Rocket: [jumps on Groot who is fighting the sentry bots] You idiot! How am I supposed to fight these things without my stuff?
Drax the Destroyer: Creepy little beast!
[throws a machine gun to Rocket]
Rocket: Oh yeah!

- No! Not her, him!
- Learn genders, man.
- Ow!
- Biting? That's not fair!
- Take it easy!
- Ow!

- Finger to the throat means death.
- Metaphor.
- Yeah, sorta.
- Oh, no.

- I will be grateful to die among my friends.
- You are an honorable man, Quill.
- I will fight beside you.
- And in the end,
- I will see my wife and daughter again.
- I am Groot.

Rhomann: They call themselves the Guardians of the Galaxy.
Denarian: What a bunch of a-holes.

Rocket: I live for the simple things... like how much this is going to hurt!
[zaps Quill, who falls down yelling]
Rocket: Yeah, writhe, little man.

- Sir, the high-end community is a...
- The high-end community is a...
- It's a tight-knit...
- Tight-knit...
- The high-end community is a very tight-knit...
- I cannot possibly betray the confidentiality of my buyers!

- You can't do this!
- Our government signed a peace treaty.
- My government knows no shame.
- You Xandarians and your culture are a disease.
- You will never rule Xandar.
- No.
- I will cure it!

- Rocket!
- Hold on, Saal, just...

Rocket: What did the galaxy ever do for you? Why would you want to save it?
Peter: Because I'm one of the idiots who lives in it!

- Come on!
- Quill! Yondu! Now!

- What are you doing?
- Dance-off, bro!
- Me and you!
- Gamora.
- Subtle. Take it back.
- What are you doing?
- I'm distracting you, you big turd blossom.

- This is Quill!
- My coordinates are 227k324!
- Quill.
- Quill, what are you doing?
- Just outside Knowhere.
- If you're there, come get me!
- I'm all yours!

- Quill, don't be ridiculous.
- Get back into your pod!
- You can't fit two people in there.
- You're gonna die.
- You'll die in seconds!
- Quill.

Drax the Destroyer: [lets Star-Lord into the Milano] This one shows spirit. He shall make a keen ally in the battle against Ronan. Companion, what were you retrieving?
[Star-Lord hands him his stereo-player]
Drax the Destroyer: You're an imbecile.

- 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.
- Or we could just get it first and improvise.
- I'll get the armband.
- Leg.

- But he's not, and I'm quoting him, here,
- "100% a dick."
- Do you believe him?
- I don't know that I believe anyone is 100% a dick, ma'am.
- I mean, do you believe that he is here to help?
- Yeah.

[Quill hands the Stone over to the Ravagers]
Peter: [as they leave] He's going to be pissed when he finds out I switched out the orb on him.
Gamora: He's going to kill you, Peter.
Peter: Oh I know. But he's about the only family I have.
Gamora: No... he wasn't.

- You will never make it to Ronan.
- Everybody shoot them before they hit the ground.
- Come on!

Groot: We are Groot.

- Continue our approach.
- But the Nova Corps have engaged.
- None of that will matter once we reach the surface.
- Seal security doors!
- Now!
- Get out of my way!

- So, what should we do next?
- Something good?
- Something bad?
- A bit of both?
- We'll follow your lead, Star-Lord.
- Bit of both.

Rocket: But Quill, beating Ronan... it can't be done. You're asking us to die.
Peter: Yeah... I guess I am.
[pause]
Gamora: [stands up] Quill, I have lived most of my life surrounded my enemies. I will be grateful to die among my friends.
Drax the Destroyer: [stands up] You're an honorable man, Quill. I will fight beside you. And in the end, I will see my wife and daughter.
Groot: [stands up] I am Groot.
Rocket: Aww, what the hell, I don't got that long a lifespan anyway...
[stands up]
Rocket: Well now I'm standing. Happy? We're all standing now. Bunch of jackasses, standing in a circle.

Korath the Pursuer: Star-Lord!
Peter: Finally!

- Peter! Take my hand!
- Take my hand, Peter.
- Mom.
- Take my hand!

- I don't know who you're selling this to, but the only way the universe can survive is if you give it to the Nova Corps.
- I may be as pretty as an angel, but I sure as hell ain't one.
- Hand it over, son.