Peter Quill I don't need another speech by some impotent whackjob whose mother didn't love him rationalizing why he needs to conquer the universe.
More lines from Peter Quill
4 quotes Peter Quill Peter Quill It looks like... home. It's like a replica of Earth.
Peter Quill (The High Evolutionary: So, you'd like to joust, would you?)
Go to hell, you sick son of a bitch. You killed all those people!
Peter Quill We were gone for quite a while. But no matter what happens next, the galaxy still needs its guardians.
Scenes with Peter Quill
10 scenes Peter Quill [Rocket enters the bar, drunk Quill notices Rocket carrying his Zune in his hand] [drunkenly]
Hey! Uh-uh! No! [gets up] I told you a million times, you keep your grimy raccoon hands off my Zune! [snatches his Zune from Rocket]
[gets a milk drink from the fridge]
I told you a million times, I'm not a damn raccoon.
[Quill faints, Rocket sips his milk drink]
We'll kill anyone who gets in our way!
Peter Quill No, not kill anyone!
Kill a few people!
Peter Quill Kill no people!
Kill one guy. One stupid guy who no one loves!
Peter Quill Now you're just making it sad.
Peter Quill Why are we always getting involved in everyone else’s troubles?
Because we’re the freaking Guardians of the Galaxy.
Peter Quill So you really don't remember anything?
Like what?
Peter Quill About your time with us.
No
Peter Quill We were...
We weren't anything.
Peter Quill You and me...
That person was some alternate future version of me. It wasn't me.
Peter Quill We loved each other.
I don't think so.
Peter Quill I know you don't remember any of it. You were everything to me. And I miss you, so much. And maybe if you open yourself up to it, there’s a possibility.
I don’t think so, Quinn.
Peter Quill Quill.
Quill. I don’t think so.
Peter Quill But what I’m trying to say is…
Peter, you know this is an open line, right?
Peter Quill What?
We’re listening to everything you’re saying.
And it is painful.
Peter Quill And you’re just telling me now?!
We were hoping it would stop on its own.
Peter Quill But I switched it over to private!
What color button did you push?
Peter Quill Blue, for the blue suit!
Oh, no.
Blue is the open line for everyone.
Orange is for blue.
Peter Quill What?!
Black is for orange. Yellow is for green. Green is for red, and red is for yellow.
No. Yellow is for yellow. Green is for red. Red is for green.
I don’t think so.
Try it then.
Peter Quill [groans]
You were right.
Peter Quill How the hell am I supposed to know all of that?!
Seems intuitive.
Can we get back to saving our friend?
Peter Quill [as Nebula tries to open the car door]
Push down on it!
What?
Peter Quill Push it down.
I am pushing down on it.
Peter Quill Push the button. It looks like you’re pushing the keyhole.
The what?
Peter Quill There’s a button under the handle! Press that in.
Okay. Now what?
Peter Quill Open the **** door!
I visited your planet many years ago.
Peter Quill Earth hasn’t been my planet in a long time.
Your people had wonderful spirit. The art, and music, and literature were some of the finest in the universe. Earth would be a fabulous place where it not for the ignorance and bigotry.
Peter Quill Okay.
It inspired me to create Counter-Earth.
Peter Quill [exasperated]
I don’t care!
All of the good and none of the bad.
Peter Quill I don't need to hear another speech by some impotent whack-job whose mother didn't love him rationalizing why he needs to conquer the universe!
Star-Lord
[Rocket's just been revived by Gamora, Groot and Star-Lord. Meanwhile, Drax, Mantis and Nebula are still on the High Evolutionary's ship where all his test subjects, genetically modified children are being held. Peter then contacts them over the comm system.]
Neblula? Where are you?
Oh, thank god. We're here to get you out of here.
Star-Lord
Out of where?
The High Evolutionary's ship.
Star-Lord
No, I got off the ship.
Star-Lord
Wait, where are you?
On the ship!
Star-Lord
On the ship?!
I didn't lie!
Star-Lord
Why are you on the ship?!
To save you, obviously!
Star-Lord
No, I told you to go back! You got to know by now that I always figure out an incredibly clever way to get out of a fix!
Really?!
Tell him we're coming to save him.
Pay attention or play with the kids, one or the other.
"Play with the kids?"
How did you get out?
Star-Lord
That's not really important.
Groot
I am Groot!
Jumping a thousand feet to your death without a parachute is a clever way of getting out of a fix?!
Star-Lord
Well... [sighs.]
You're all just making up stuff that he's saying, right?
The important thing is we're all okay.
[Drax, Mantis and Nebula are all shocked as they hear Rocket's voice for the first time since he was shot.]
Rocket?
Star-Lord
Yeah. He's here. And he's okay.
[Nebula starts crying, happy her friend is alive. Mantis tries to keep her composure as she speaks into the comm.]
Rocket, we love you very much and we're happy you're alive.
He's right about that.
[Rocket starts hyperventilating as he hears the sound of his creator's voice over the comms. Meanwhile, the High Evolutionary and several of his guards enter the holding area. All the children start screaming and running away from him.]
BACK IN YOUR CAGES!
Star-Lord
[The High Evolutionary uses his telekinesis to send the three Guardians flying, knocking all of them unconscious.]
Nebula? Nebula, come in!
[The High Evolutionary picks up Nebula's comm to use it himself.]
So, you'd like to joust, would you?
Star-Lord
[exchanges a look of fear between him, Rocket and Groot.]
Go to hell, you sick son of a bitch. You killed all those people!
As I will your friends. I'm sending you the coordinates. They will die unless you BRING ME WHAT IS MINE!!!
Star-Lord
Screw you, you stretch faced, Robocop-looking, Skeletor wannabe, PURPLE NURPLE, PIECE OF-
Star-Lord
[The High Evolutionary crushes the comm in his hand before Star-Lord can finish his insulting tirade.] [beat.]
He hung up.
You think?
[The Guardians are gearing up for the final battle against the High Evolutionary. Rocket's only just finished putting his gear back on.]
This could be futile, Quill. He's too powerful.
Star-Lord
Well, then I guess we'll die trying.
What is "dying trying" gonna accomplish?
Or we could just give him the badger.
Our thing is dying trying!
Star-Lord
[Star-Lord, Gamora, Groot, Rocket and Blurp have entered the hangar bay of the High Evolutionary's ship to save their friends. Star-Lord starts playing No Sleep Till Brooklyn on his Zune, pointing at the nearest doors.]
We go in there, we get Mantis, Nebula and Drax. We move in, we get 'em and we get out.
[A loud thud is suddenly heard behind them so they all take battle stances as something bursts through the wall behind them. However, it turns out to be Drax, Mantis and Nebula riding in on three Abilisks. They then dismount, with Mantis grinning from ear to ear.]
Did that look cool?
Star-Lord
Okay... new game plan. We get the hell out of here, now!
There are thousands of creatures on this ship!
Many of them are children.
And we need to be good joob joob.
Star-Lord
Huh?
It means friends.
If we want to live, we have to leave now! This whole rig is gonna go down any second!
They will all die if we don't help them!
[As they argue, Rocket just looks at the hangar bay door, hearing the sounds of distant explosions. He remembers being experimented on, being abused by the High Evolutionary, making his first friends in a cage, seeing them all die before they could all be free and running away from everything. He gives a determined glare and **** his weapon.]
I'm done running...
[No Sleep Till Brooklyn fades back in as Rocket marches towards the door, weapon in hand. Groot soon joins him, followed by Nebula, then Star-Lord, then Mantis, Drax and and Blurp. Gamora lingers for a moment, rolling her eyes in frustration as the empathic Mantis smirks ahead of her. Eventually, Gamora joins the group, as the Guardians of the Galaxy are reunited once more.]
Peter Quill [last lines; Quill is having breakfast with his grandfather he reunited with]
I mean, if she needs help mowing her lawn, I'll do it, but I kinda feel like her son should help. He's gonna sit on the porch and watch me do it. Like he's a 45-year-old man, able-bodied, and I'm mowing his lawn. It just feels weird.
Jason Quill
Don't get me started.
Peter Quill Oh, really? Now I kind of want to know.
