I’m Star-Lord, man. Legendary outlaw!
I have part of a plan!
You said it yourself, bitch. We’re the Guardians of the Galaxy.
I may be an asshole, but I’m not 100% a dick.
I have moves, baby!
When nothing goes right, go left.
I’m Star-Lord, defender of the universe and lover of awesome music.
Sometimes, the thing you’re searching for your whole life is right there by your side all along.
We’re just like Kevin Bacon!
Finger to the throat means death.
I’m sorry, I didn’t know how this machine worked. I’m sorry. I panicked.
I don’t learn. One of my issues.
You know, I can’t believe I was controlling a giant phallus.
I’m Star-Lord, man. The coolest guy in the galaxy.
I’m a guardian. That’s what I do.
Well, well. If it isn’t Captain Genocide!
What should we do next? Something good? Something bad? Bit of both?
I’m gonna ask you this one time: where’s Gamora?
I’m not a dude. You’re a dude. This… This is a man. A handsome, muscular man.
I’m Mary Poppins, y’all!
I’m not a professional dancer or anything, but I gotta say, I think I nailed that landing.
This is a really bad plan. When have I ever had a good plan?
I am Groot!
We’re the freaking Guardians of the Galaxy!
Quill’s an idiot.
I’ve decided: we’re gonna form a band. We’re gonna be called the Sabretooth Tigers.
Yondu! You look like Mary Poppins!
Don’t call us plucky. We don’t know what it means.
I’m distracting you, you big dummy.
I have absolutely no idea what’s going on.
Can we put the bickering on hold until after we survive this massive space battle?
If I had a black light, this would look like a Jackson Pollock painting.
You gotta give us some clues here, pretty bird. Show us you understand.
Stop massaging his muscles.
You said nobody’s called me Starlord since my mom died.
Can I show you something cool?
Nebula, I like your menu! More importantly, who’s your decorator? It’s just phenomenal!
We’re gonna need a spaceship.
I look around at us and you know what I see? Losers.
I come from a planet of outlaws.
Leave it to a couple of idiots on the floor.
I look forward to our time together.
Are you making your voice deeper?
I think you’re both missing the point of that story.
I may be as pretty as an angel, but I sure as hell ain’t one.
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