Répliques

Rocket : Quand ça craint, il dort. Mais dès que ça parle d’oseille, il a la sève qui monte.

Je vais mourir en compagnie des pires dégénérés de la galaxie.

[En voyant un bébé]Cette bestiole, c'est quoi ? ça se croit mignon et ça sait même pas marcher. Apprend à mettre un pied devant l'autre, feignasse !

Peter Quill: I can't believe I got taken down by a raccoon...

Rocket Raccoon: Raccoon? What's a raccoon?

Peter Quill: You are! I've seen many of them, like you, on Earth!

Rocket Raccoon: Ain't no thing like me, except me!

Drax the Destroyer: ...Why would I want to put my finger on his throat?

Peter Quill: No, that's the symbol for slicing his throat.

Drax the Destroyer: I would not slice his throat, I would cut his head clean off.

Drax the Destroyer: I just wanted to tell you how grateful I am that you've accepted me despite my blunders. It is good to once again be among friends. You, Quill, are my friend.

Peter Quill: Thanks.

Drax the Destroyer: This dumb tree is also my friend.

[Groot grunts]

Drax the Destroyer: And this green whore is also...

Gamora: Oh, you must stop!

- Yeah, I'll have to agree with the walking thesaurus on that one.

- DO NOT ever call me a thesaurus.

- It's just a metaphor, dude.

- His people are completely literal. Metaphors go over his head.

- Nothing goes over my head...! My reflexes are too fast, I would catch it.

Peter Quill : C’est quand je t’ai vu dehors, je sais pas ce qui m’a pris. Je ne pouvais pas te laisser mourir. Tout d’un coup, il s’est passé quelque chose en moi, je sais pas. Quelque chose d’incroyable. Une pulsion héroïque.

Gamora : C’est une pratique courante le balai dans le cul ?

Gamora : Je vais mourir en compagnie des pires dégénérés de la galaxie.