[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]
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]
