Most scenes together: Peter Quill & Rocket (5), Nebula & Mantis (5), Mantis & Drax (5)
I visited your planet many years ago.
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.
Okay.
It inspired me to create Counter-Earth.
All of the good and none of the bad.
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!
Only idiots dance.
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.
Don't get me started.
Oh, really? Now I kind of want to know.
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]
I told you a million times, I'm not a damn raccoon.
[Quill faints, Rocket sips his milk drink]
Neblula? Where are you?
Oh, thank god. We're here to get you out of here.
Out of where?
The High Evolutionary's ship.
No, I got off the ship.
Wait, where are you?
On the ship!
On the ship?!
I didn't lie!
Why are you on the ship?!
To save you, obviously!
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?
That's not really important.
I am Groot!
Jumping a thousand feet to your death without a parachute is a clever way of getting out of a fix?!
Well... [sighs.]
You're all just making up stuff that he's saying, right?
The important thing is we're all okay.
Rocket?
Yeah. He's here. And he's okay.
Rocket, we love you very much and we're happy you're alive.
He's right about that.
BACK IN YOUR CAGES!
Nebula? Nebula, come in!
So, you'd like to joust, would you?
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!!!
Screw you, you stretch faced, Robocop-looking, Skeletor wannabe, PURPLE NURPLE, PIECE OF-
He hung up.
You think?
We go in there, we get Mantis, Nebula and Drax. We move in, we get 'em and we get out.
Did that look cool?
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.
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!
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.]
This could be futile, Quill. He's too powerful.
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!
Go to hell, you sick son of a bitch. You killed all those people!
THERE IS NO GOD! THAT'S WHY I STEPPED IN!
Look what you done to me! For what? All I wanted to do, was to make things perfect.
All right, P13! You win the crying contest. Now back in the cage.
BUT, BUT, BUT, BUT, BUT, BUT!!! That rancid word.
DAMN IT, MANTIS! WHY DON'T YOU EVER THINK?!
Find 89P13 and return it to me, or I will destroy your entire civilization, as is my right as your maker!
I am the Warlock, mum, and I am done with being ordered around!
