- Rocket: Someday I'm gonna make great machines that fly. And me and my friends are gonna go flying together, into the forever and beautiful sky.
- Drax: We'll kill anyone who gets in our way!
- Peter Quill: No, not kill anyone!
- Drax: Kill a few people!
- Peter Quill: Kill no people!
- Drax: Kill one guy. One stupid guy who noone loves!
- Peter Quill: Now you're just making it sad.
- Rocket: [after arriving in the afterlife, sees Lylla, sobs] Lylla?
- Lylla: [walks to him] Friend...
- Rocket: [voice breaking] I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
- Lylla: Rocket...
- Rocket: I let you down. I got you killed. I got everybody killed!
- [Rocket cries as Lylla comforts him]
- Lylla: [smiles] We were right. The sky is beautiful, and it is forever. And I've been flying with our friends.
- [Rocket sees Teefs and Floor waving to him, Rocket waves back]
- Rocket: Can I come?
- Lylla: Yes!
- [back in reality, Rocket flatlines, back in the afterlife, Rocket slowly walks to his friends until Lylla stops him]
- Lylla: But not yet. You still have a purpose here.
- Rocket: [cries harder] A purpose for what? They made us for nothing! Just stupid experiments to be thrown away!
- Lylla: There are the hands that made us, and then there are the hands that guide their hands.
- [Rocket and Lylla caress and embrace each other]
- Lylla: My beloved raccoon. The story has been yours all along. You just didn't know it.
- Rocket: I'm not a raccoon...
- [without warning, Rocket gets sent back to reality and wakes up]
- Peter Quill: I never noticed how black your eyes were.
- Nebula: They were replaced by my father as a method of torture.
- Peter Quill: ...He picked a pretty set.
- The High Evolutionary: YOU! You thought you could escape me? No!
- [violently attacks Rocket]
- The High Evolutionary: You think you have some worth in and of yourself without me? No! You're an abomination! Nothing more than a step on my path! You freakish little monster! How dare you think you are more, 8-9-P-1-3!
- [Rocket frees himself and takes out his weapon]
- Rocket: The name's Rocket. Rocket Raccoon.
- Adam Warlock: Why did you save me? I hurt you.
- Groot: I am Groot.
- Drax: He said: Everyone deserves a second chance.
- [Gamora slowly removes the High Evolutionary's face clean off before the High Evolutionary falls flat on his back]
- Drax: His face came off!
- Rocket: It's a mask.
- [the Guardians then see that the High Evolutionary's face is totally disfigured with no skin]
- The High Evolutionary: Look what you did to me! For what? All I wanted to do... was to make things... perfect!
- Rocket: You didn't want to make things perfect. You just hated things the way they are.
- Gamora: [holding Blurp at gunpoint] One more step and this weird thing gets it!
- Adam Warlock: Don't be rash.
- Peter Quill: I'm-a tell you something: I'm Star-Lord! I formed the Guardians! Met a girl, fell in love... that girl died. But then she came back. Came back, a total dick.
- Gamora: Oh, please!
- Nebula: He left out some important information. But that is the gist of it.
- Mantis: [while Quill attempts to have a serious talk with Gamora] Peter, you know this is an open line, right?
- Peter Quill: What?
- Mantis: We're listening to everything you're saying.
- Drax: And it is painful.
- Peter Quill: And you're just telling me now?
- Nebula: We were hoping it would stop on its own.
- Peter Quill: But I switched it over to private.
- Mantis: What color button did you push?
- Peter Quill: Blue! For the blue suit!
- Drax: Oh, no.
- Nebula: Blue was the open line for everyone.
- Mantis: *Orange* is for blue.
- Peter Quill: What?
- Mantis: Black is for orange. Yellow is for green. Green is for red and red is for yellow.
- Drax: No, *yellow* is for yellow. Green is for red. Red is for green.
- Mantis: I don't think so.
- Drax: Try it then.
- [beat]
- Mantis: [pushes the yellow button and yells] HELLO!
- [Quill screams and covers his ears as feedback whines]
- Mantis: You were right.
- Peter Quill: How the hell am I supposed to know all that?
- Drax: Seems intuitive.
- Ayesha: [about Adam] He's still a child.
- The High Evolutionary: No, there's something wrong with him even outside all that.
- Adam Warlock: Yes, there's something wrong with me, I was stabbed, you extraordinary phallus!
- [Rocket gathers pieces of gadgets from the cell]
- Floor: Me and Rocket play now?
- Rocket: I can't right now, Floor.
- Lylla: [sees him building something] What are you doing?
- Rocket: They ain't gonna set us free.
- Teefs: Yes, they are, Rocket. We're going to the new world any day now.
- [Rocket solemnly shakes his head]
- Lylla: [realizes this] No, that can't be true!
- Rocket: It is. They want to kill us all in the morning.
- Teefs: What?
- Floor: What?
- Rocket: But I'm gonna fix it.
- [Rocket finishes putting gadgets together]
- Lylla: What is that?
- Rocket: It's a key. I'm gonna use it to get us all out of here.
- Teefs: [shakes his head in worry] I don't know if that's wise, Rocket.
- Floor: [excitedly] Me, Rocket leave! Hurray, friends forever!
- Rocket: Just down that hall, there's ships. I know that if we can get to one, I can pilot it. And then we'll all fly away together, the four of us. Just like we always said, okay?
- [Teefs and Lylla look at him]
- Rocket: Okay?
- [Lylla nods]
- Floor: WOO-HOO! Yippee, Rocket! Sky, sky, sky!
- [Rocket slowly walks to the cage door and swipes the key, the door opens]
- Lylla: You did it! You did it!
- Recorder Vim: [realizing this] Sire, we must retreat! The ship is going down!
- Controller: The spaceport has intruders.
- The High Evolutionary: [orders his guards] Go! See if one of them is 89P13!
- Recorder Vim: [yells furiously] Sire, you have an irrational obsession with this animal! YOU MUST STOP, FOR GOD'S SAKE!
- The High Evolutionary: [yells back violently] THERE IS NO GOD! THAT'S WHY I STEPPED IN!
- [Vim goes silent and still until she pulls out her gun having had enough of the High Evolutionary's orders, the High Evolutionary notices this as many guards join her]
- Recorder Vim: Controller... I am taking command of the Arête. Disengage all damaged sectors of the ship... and retreat...
- The High Evolutionary: [screams violently] AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!
- [the High Evolutionary unleashes an immense power killing and obliterating everyone instantly]
- Peter Quill: I don't need another speech by some impotent wackjob whose mother didn't love him rationalizing why he needs to conquer the universe!
- The High Evolutionary: I'm not trying to conquer the universe. I'm perfecting it.
- Lylla: [after Rocket frees her] It's so good to have fr...
- [a loud bang is heard, Lylla sees she has been shot, she slowly collapses on the ground, the High Evolutionary is shown with a gun in his hand]
- The High Evolutionary: Yes, I imagined you'd do something like this. Back in the cage, P13.
- [Rocket goes devastated as Lylla looks up at the ceiling]
- Lylla: [weakly] Sky...
- [Lylla dies, tears begin to fill Rocket's eyes]
- Rocket: [screams and cries in anguish] NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
- Mantis: They eat batteries, not people... maybe they're just scared of what we are going to do to them.
- Peter Quill: Screw you, you stretch-faced, Robocop looking, Skeletor wannabe, purple nurple piece of...!
- [the High Evolutionary cuts him off for breaking it]
- Peter Quill: He hung up.
- [last lines]
- Peter Quill: I mean if she needs help mowing her lawn, I'll do it, but I kind of 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.
- Grandpa Quill: Mm-hmm. Don't get me started.
- Peter Quill: Oh, really?
- Grandpa Quill: Mm-hmm.
- Peter Quill: Now I kind of want to know.
- Adam Warlock: Do not fret mother. I will kill all your enemies for you.
- Ayesha: Alright my love.
- Adam Warlock: I will. I will stomp on their skulls.
- Ayesha: Thank you.
- Adam Warlock: I'm going to mush their brains between my fingers. I am going to piss on their dead bodies and make love to their carcasses.
- Ayesha: Well that's a bit much.
- The High Evolutionary: Look at you, as if you cobbled together by fat fingered children. How could you be part of a perfect species. You're simply a medley of mistakes we could learn from and apply to the creatures that truly mattered. Batch 89 was never meant for the new world, P13. You could figure out the complex workings of cytoplasmic filtration systems, but you could't figure out that? But that brain... that I'd like to study further.
- [Quill spots Rocket carrying his Zune while entering the bar]
- Peter Quill: [drunkenly] Hey! Uh-uh! No! I told you a million times, you keep your grimy raccoon hands off my Zune!
- [he snatches his Zune from Rocket's hands]
- Rocket: [gets his drink] And I told you a million times, I'm not a damn raccoon.