We thank you, Guardians, for putting your lives on the line. We could not risk the lives of our own Sovereign citizens. Every citizen is born exactly as designed by the community. Impeccable: Both physically and mentally. We control the DNA of our progeny germinating them in birthing pods.
Well, I guess I prefer to make people the old-fashioned way.
Perhaps someday, you could give me a history lesson in the archaic ways of our ancestors. For academic purposes.
I would be honored, yes. In the name of research, I think that could be pretty…repulsive. I'm not into that kind of casual.
Gamora
Oh, please. Your people promised something in exchange for our services. Bring it, and we shall gladly be on our way.
Family reunion. Yaaaay.
I understand that she is your sister?
Gamora
She's worth no more to me than the bounty due for her on Xandar.
Our soldiers apprehended her attempting to steal the batteries. Do with her as you please.
We thank you, High Priestess Ayesha.
What's your heritage, Mr. Quill?
My mother is from Earth.
And your father?
He ain't from Missouri. That's all I know.
I see it within you. An unorthodox genealogy. A hybrid that seems particularly…reckless.
Rocket
You know, they told me you people were conceited douchebags. But that isn't true at all! [Rocket flashes a wink at Quill. Sovereign guards gasp and one of them aims his weapon at Rocket] Oh, shit, I'm using my wrong eye again, aren't I? [Drax pulls him up from his scruff] I'm sorry, that was meant to be behind your back.
Drax
Count yourself blessed they didn't kill you.
Rocket
You're tellin' me. [Shows Drax his stolen Anulax batteries] You wanna buy some batteries? [Drax laughs]
