The following is a verbal transcript of Chapter 3 from Marvel's Guardians of the Galaxy.
(Notes: Conversation subtitles are unofficial. They are provided in order to help visibility. Currently, tabber works as intended only on desktop skins.)
Search your quarters for units[]
- Conspiracy 1
Drax: I am watching you, rodent.
Rocket: What's that supposed to mean?
Drax: It is common knowledge that rodents hoard. Nuts. Stolen technology. Units.
Rocket: [sigh] Okay, first off, I ain't a hoarder nor a rodent.
Drax: I know you have a stash hidden aboard the ship. Fetch it. Now.
Rocket: There ain't nothing to fetch! Groot blew our stash on Contraxia! And the rest I gave to Quill and Gamora for the d'ast Quarantine Zone access code.
Drax: A likely story.
Rocket: Why don't you go bother someone else?
Drax: I intend to.
(If Peter approaches them.)
Drax: Peter Quill, tell the rodent that his selfishness endangers us all.
Star-Lord: Rocket, we could really use any extra units you have.
Rocket: How do I got to spell it out for you? I. Don't. Got. No. Units.
Star-Lord: Fair enough.
Drax: You believe his lies?!
Rocket: Oh, I ain't lying. Why don't you leave me alone and bother someone else instead?
Drax: I intend to.
- Conspiracy 2
Drax: (Standing in front of bathroom.) Open this door! I know you are in there, sentient tree!
Groot: I am Groot!
Drax: Do not think that I do not know what you are up to!
Groot: I am Groot?
Drax: Your rodent co-conspirator has clearly stashed his illicit units in there!
Groot: I am Groot!
Drax: I am watching you, tree! (Walks away.)
(If Peter approaches him.)
Drax: Peter Quill, order the tree to open this door. I am certain the rodent has hidden a stash of units within the latrine. He must have asked his well-meaning accomplice to retrieve the sum and hide it from us.
- Deny
- Comply
- (...)
Star-Lord: Yeah... I'm not gonna do that. Groot has the right to some privacy.
Drax: Argh! Now is not the time for pointless civility.
Star-Lord: Alright, I'll check on him and tell you if he's doing anything weird.
Drax: Acceptable...
Drax: Argh! This investigation is pointless.
- Approach bathroom
Groot:
(Approach 1.) [laughs] I am Groot.
(Approach 2.) I am Groot...
(Approach 3.) [singing] I am Groot. I am Groot. I am Groot. I am, I am Groot.
(Approach 4.) [gargling sounds]
(Approach 5.) Hmm? Hmmm... Hmm! I am Groot.
(Approach 6.) I am Groot!
(Approach 7.) [grunt]... Groot!
- Talk to Groot
Star-Lord: (Interact with bathroom door.) Groot? You okay in there? Think you could open the door for a minute?
Groot: (Opens door with Peter's toothbrush in hand.) I am Groot?
Star-Lord: Is that my toothbrush?
Groot: I am Groot... (Door closes.)
Star-Lord: Great. Now I need a new toothbrush.
- Fridge
Star-Lord: Guys, don't forget to close the fridge!
Rocket: Sure thing, Mom-Lord.
- Jukebox
Star-Lord: Sweet tracks!
- Approach Rocket
Rocket:
(Approach 1.) What do you want, Quill? If you're looking for units, check your own room.
(Approach 2.) Seriously, Quill. If you're here to talk about feelings, it's a hard pass.
(Approach 3.) You probably think I stashed some units somewhere. Well, I didn't.
(Approach 4.) You gonna say something? Cause if not, I got work to do.
(Approach 5.) Stop staring.
(Approach 6.) You mind?
(Approach 7.) [sigh] I swear...
- Talk to Rocket
(If Peter tries talking to Rocket while Drax is shouting at Groot.)
Star-Lord: So, are you--
Drax: You cannot hide behind this door forever!
Star-Lord: Drax! Let it go! Nobody's stashing units!
Drax: We shall see...
Rocket: Thanks for telling him.
Rocket: So, you here to talk or you just want a gear upgrade?
- Check in
- Use workbench
Star-Lord: You're not still upset, are you?
Rocket: I'd be a lot better if we didn't have three cycles to pay a fine.
Star-Lord: Hey, remember that time on Khan-Lar? With the Badoon and that really hot A'askavarian girl?
Rocket: Yeah, her buddies would've spaced your stupid humie butt if me and Groot hadn't busted in.
Star-Lord: I had things under control! Mostly.
Rocket: Ha! Too bad you're broke, Quill, I should be chargin' you for all the times we saved you.
Star-Lord: Name one other time you saved me.
Rocket: Contraxia. Knowhere. Paramatar. Ceres. Contraxia again. Malador--
Star-Lord: Okay, okay, okay. So I owe you. Big.
Rocket: I shoulda turned you in for Yondu's bounty. Sure as scut wouldn't be scrounging for units to pay off your Nova girlfriend.
Star-Lord: Ex-girlfriend. But admit it, you like being a Guardian of the Galaxy.
Rocket: Still on the fence about the brand name, but keeping the Milano as collateral was a pretty smart move.
Star-Lord: Never agreed to that.
Rocket: If you'd rather I turn you in...
Star-Lord: Don't worry. I know you put a lot into this team. I'll make it up to you.
Rocket: You better.
Star-Lord: Uh, can you upgrade me? Pretty please?
(After using workbench.)
Rocket: There, all set. Anything else?
(Choosing "Not now".)
Star-Lord: Not now, Rocket. Maybe we can talk later.
- Approach Rocket 2
Rocket:
(Approach 1.) If you wanna make it up to me, find a way to pay this flarking fine.
(Approach 2.) I ain't got no units, but I can upgrade your stuff if you want.
(Approach 3.) I'm broke, Quill. You wanna pay off your girlfriend? Look in your room.
(Approach 4.) I can getcha an equipment boost while I'm tinkering.
(Approach 5.) Here if you need me.
(Approach 6.) Tell me if yah need anything.
(Approach 7.) 'Least we got time for upgrades.
- Visit Gamora's room
Star-Lord: (Immediately after door opens.) Hey, Gamora--
Gamora: (In quarter lotus meditation position. Figurines are arranged on the floor around her.) You're supposed to knock.
Star-Lord: Wh... What're you doing? You're supposed to be looking for money.
Gamora: I did.
Star-Lord: And?
Gamora: I don't have any.
Star-Lord: Also, what's with the... dolls?
Gamora: Do you value your life?
Star-Lord: Is that a trick question? Okay. Yes. Mostly I value my life.
Gamora: Good. Then pretend like you saw nothing. And get out.
Star-Lord: See you in the lounge?
Gamora: Out. (Door closes.)
Star-Lord: Got it.
- Visit Drax's room
Drax:
(Visit 1.) Any units I uncover will go directly to you... but I am unsure the others will do the same.
(Visit 2.) I am concerned our fellow Guardians may not be taking our situation seriously.
(Visit 3.) We should all be searching our quarters, but it seems the rodent has other plans.
(Visit 4.) I am convinced the others are hiding units somewhere on this ship, Peter Quill.
(Visit 5.) Perhaps -- no...
(Visit 6.) Hmmm...
(Visit 7.) Peter Quill.
- Talk to Drax
Star-Lord: So... You're taking the whole "find the units" thing pretty seriously.
Drax: It is a serious matter.
Star-Lord: Yeah, yeah... I totally get it. We're all afraid of going back to prison.
Drax: I am not afraid of going back to prison.
Star-Lord: Oh. Good! Because I'm not either. Mostly.
Drax: In the Kyln, I was surrounded by criminals, murderers, and thieves. They taught me a harsh lesson. Assassins and bounty hunters cannot be trusted.
Star-Lord: Okay. Wow. Don't you think maybe you're calling the kettle black?
Drax: I have not mentioned kitchenware.
Star-Lord: It--it's an Earth thing. What I mean is you're a convicted mass murderer. I used to be a pirate. We're not exactly upstanding citizens.
Drax: You and I honor our word. I cannot say the same for the others.
Star-Lord: You could be wrong, Drax. You won't know until you give them a chance.
Drax: We will see.
- Approach Drax
Drax:
(Approach 1.) I am confused by your blind trust in the others. I will reflect on it.
(Approach 2.) I trust you Peter Quill, and if you trust them, I will follow suit.
(Approach 3.) Three cycles is not a lot of time to pay this fine, Peter Quill.
(Approach 4.) I hope your quarters prove more fruitful than mine.
(Approach 5.) Hmmm...
(Approach 6.) We need a plan.
(Approach 7.) I have found no units.
- Talk to Kammy
(If the llama was hidden.)
Star-Lord: What are we gonna do with you? Wonder if we could shave you down and sell your wool.
- Secret compartment
- Hid the llama
- Hid the crate
- Hid nothing
Star-Lord: Whoof! Smells like llama breath.
Star-Lord: Woah... Glad Ko-Rel didn't find that on top of the space llama!
Star-Lord: I bet Ko-Rel would've found whatever we tried to hide anyways.
(Idle banter after Drax walks into the lounge.)
- Investments
Rocket: So, got any ideas to get those units together?
Drax: Do you have... investments?
Rocket: You think I look like an investment type of guy?
Drax: You are a risk taker.
Rocket: Exactly, I don't sit behind no desk all day hoping for real estate flucturations. I go out and I do stuff.
Drax: Perhaps we are somewhat alike.
- Sources
Drax: Hmm... what if we contacted one of the assassin's disreputable sources?
Gamora: (From her room.) My sources are REPUTABLE!
Rocket: She don't really mean that. What were you saying?
Drax: One of those informants is bound to be of value to Nova Corps.
Rocket: You wanna sell out one of Gamora's guys?
Drax: If they are murderers, then justice would be served, and we could negotiate an extension of our fine.
Rocket: Huh... If I wasn't so sure Gamora would stab you in your sleep just for suggesting, I'd think it was a pretty solid plan.
- Murder crumpet
Rocket: So, how about a plan that won't get us skewered by our resident murder crumpet?
Gamora: (From her room.) Murder what?!
Rocket: Murder isn't always about you!
Drax: But, I thought that...
Rocket: Yeah, I was talking about her. So? A plan?
Drax: I suggest we wait to hear what Peter Quill will propose.
Rocket: Quill?! He got us into this mess in the first place! He ain't got a plan.
- Promises
Rocket: [sigh] Does it bother you that if we don't manage to get that money on time, this team is toast?
Drax: We will get the coin, Peter Quill promised. We shall not turn to roasted bread slices.
Rocket: Yeah, well no offense to Quill, but he ain't too good at keeping his promises.
Groot: (From the bathroom.) I am Groot!
Rocket: Yup, neither am I.
- Trust
Drax: You seem to have a low opinion of Peter Quill.
Rocket: Why d'you say that?
Drax: You do not trust him to solve our predicament, but he has proven himself reliable. Only a few rotations ago, he was piloting us safely out of a collapsing Quarantine Zone sector.
Rocket: Look, I trust Quill with a lot of stuff, including my life sometimes, but he ain't always the smartest guy in the room.
Drax: Statistically, that statement is true of most people.
- Grooming
Rocket: Groot! Are you done in there? Me an' muscle-head could use some input.
Groot: (From the bathroom.) I am Groot!
Rocket: Whaddya mean a minute! You been in there for ages!
Drax: I have noticed that the tree is very meticulous about grooming.
Rocket: Ha! You don't say! He made me snip off the shoots on his back the other day.
Groot: (From the bathroom.) I am Groot!
Rocket: Nobody cares that they were poking out, ya big dandy!
- Watchful eye
Rocket: Let me guess, you're watching me.
Drax: I am.
Rocket: What do you think I'm gonna do? Conjure some units from thin air!?
Drax: Can you do that?
Rocket: No!
- Untrustworthy
Rocket: Why you gotta be so paranoid, big guy? You didn't mind trusting me on Honchi.
Drax: Trust you repaid by attempting to rob our employer.
Rocket: I told you! I was just testing their security measures.
Drax: So you claimed.
- Taxonomy
Rocket: So Drax, did you bring out your stash of hidden units?
Drax: I do not hide my units in a stash, for I am not a rodent.
Rocket: Neither am I.
Drax: You are rodent-like.
Rocket: And you're annoying-like.
Drax: That is not a valid taxonomic order.
- Love letters
Drax: What is in that container on your work table?
Rocket: Your mom's love letters.
Drax: My mother did not write love letters. She displayed her affection by hunting large game animals for my father to cook.
Rocket: [sigh] Now I'm hungry.
(Can be triggered in following chapters.)
- Spinal Control Unit 1
Star-Lord: (Picks up Spinal Control Unit.) Why does this thing look so... sinister?
Rocket: Hey! Who said you could touch that? (Peter puts it away.) I don't go into your room and touch your stuff, Quill--
Star-Lord: What?! You hacked my visor and added a scoreboard to it! While I was sleeping!
Rocket: That was different. I improved it. Also did anyone tell you that you snore? I though Drax was bad, but wow, Quill. You should really get that checked. You sound like a Torg.
Star-Lord: I don't snore... that loud...
Rocket: Pffft. Yeah, okay.
Star-Lord: So, what is this thing, anyway? It kinda looks a metal facehugger.
Rocket: That is clearly a spinal control unit.
Star-Lord: Yes, right. Of course. Spinal control thingy.
Rocket: Back on Halfworld, Kree scientists used these to keep us "super soldiers" in line. They'd press a big, fun red button and ZAP! Instant obedience.
Star-Lord: Holy crap... Rocket..
- Super soldiers
- Kree scientists
- End conversation
Star-Lord: How many of you "super soldiers" were there on Halfworld?
Rocket: When the Kree started? A hundred, maybe. By the time I escaped? Just me and Lylla. She was the first not to die from the control unit.
Star-Lord: And Lylla is also a--
Rocket: What? A "raccoon?"
Star-Lord: Or not a raccoon.
Rocket: You gotta understand... she was afraid of them. And the control unit made sure we stayed in line. That I stayed in line.
Star-Lord: That sounds... awful. I can't imagine.
Rocket: So, I did what I do best. I found a way to overload the control unit. When the blue skins let us out of our cage -- KABOOM! I blew a hole into the side of the lab. What we didn't know -- what I didn't know -- was that the lab was protected by sentry bots. We got to the security fence and Lylla covered me while I hacked the modulator frequency. And... as soon as it opened... she pushed me through the door. I heard her die, Quill...
Star-Lord: Rocket...
Rocket: Doesn't matter now. Past is the past, right? And that thing is just a reminder.
Star-Lord: What exactly did the Kree do to you?
Rocket: They ripped me apart and rebuilt me. Over and over and over again, until I became this... half-finished thing they could mold and shape and control.
Star-Lord: Oh Rocket... I had no idea... I mean, I knew the Kree Empire was desperate. But...
Rocket: Do you know what it's like to lose all control of your body? To be in constant pain, trapped inside yourself, unable to stop the horrible things you're doing? That control unit made sure I did what I was supposed to do. Oh yeah. Whether I wanted to or not. A neat, furry little machine of death. It didn't take long to figure out I was better off not fighting it.
Star-Lord: Okay. Then let's shoot this thing out the airlock. Have a little middle-finger salute ceremony to the bastards who built it.
Rocket: Heh. I don't think I'm ready to let go of that part of me yet. Maybe one day.
Star-Lord: Are you a hundred percent sure you want to keep it. What if it...?
Rocket: Controls me? I decided a long time ago, Quill, that I would never let anyone control me again. As far as I'm concerned, this is just another useful piece of junk and a few bad memories.
Star-Lord: Sorry, man... I'll give you some space.
(After listening to one dialogue option.)
Star-Lord: Wow. Okay... Well if you need anything, let me know... I guess.
Rocket: Sure.
Star-Lord: I'm sorry you had to go through all that, Rocket. For real.
- End conversation cont.
Rocket: Just can't leave it alone, can yah Quill?
Star-Lord: Yeah. I was wondering if you wanted to talk some more.
Rocket: Depends. What do you wanna know?
- Spinal Control Unit 2
Star-Lord:
(Picks up 1.) No wonder Rocket's the way he is...
(Picks up 2.) I wonder what would've happened if Lylla had survived...
(Picks up 3.) What the Kree did to Rocket should've been a war crime.
- Ravager Comm Bracelet 1
Star-Lord: (Picks up Ravager Comm Bracelet.) Hey, Blue Bird. You copy? I know you think I sold you out and...
Gamora: Who's Blue Bird?
Star-Lord: (Puts it away.) Gamora! I was just...
Gamora: Who're you talking to? What's a Blue Bird?
Star-Lord: It... was Yondu's call sign. He was "Blue Bird" and I was "The Kid."
Gamora: [laugh] Let me get this straight... Yondu Udonta, leader of the Ravager Space Pirates, Scourge of the Sirius system, and all-around scoundrel, used "Blue Bird" as his call sign?
Star-Lord: [laugh] Even had it embroidered on the back of his jacket.
Gamora: Amazing.
Star-Lord: It was amazing. Pretty much from the day we met.
Gamora: How did you two meet? Terrans and Centaurians aren't exactly neighbors...
Star-Lord: We met on Chitauri Prime. About three years into my "sentence."
Gamora: Wait. Yondu was a prisoner of war? I thought the Ravagers were neutral...
Star-Lord: They were. And... they also weren't.
- The pirate code
- Brothers in chains
- End conversation
Star-Lord: The Ravagers had a simple code. "Steal from everyone." Yondu said it made them neutral.
Gamora: But they weren't. I specifically remember several Chitauri transports being hit when I was still... you know.
Star-Lord: They hit just as many Resistance ships. Until a Chitauri cruiser uncloaked in front of them during a raid and--
Gamora: Yondu ended up on Chitauri Prime. With you.
Star-Lord: After we broke out... He could've left me on some space station. Or dropped me off at the nearest Nova Corps base. But he didn't. Instead, he invited me to join the Ravagers.
Gamora: You were with them a long time. Must have enjoyed it.
Star-Lord: I did... Being a Ravager was the first time I felt like I really belonged. If that makes any sense.
Gamora: I felt the same way when I joined Richard Rider and the Resistance. Like I was finally in control of who I wanted to be.
Star-Lord: Yes! Exactly! Those first few years, it was... it was like I had joined this really big, really dysfunctional family. Which, now that I'm hearing it, would make Yondu my...
Gamora: Space dad?
Star-Lord: It could have been worse.
Star-Lord: Yondu and I were cell mates. First thing he said when they put him in my cell was, "Boy, don't be going and gettin' attached. 'Cause I'm just here for the food." And the food was pretty terrible, so...
Gamora: Yeah, that sounds like Yondu.
Star-Lord: I'd had cell mates before. And none of them lasted long. The Chitauri have these... gladiatorial games and...
Gamora: You got used to people dying.
Star-Lord: Not sure about that, but I didn't expect anyone to last long... I also didn't have my translation implant back then. So I might as well have been alone. But Yondu... he actually spoke English. Said he'd offered to translate in exchange for extra rations.
Gamora: So even in that snake-infested hellhole, ever the schemer.
Star-Lord: It's something we had in common. I'd been scheming for a way to escape since the day they took me. I just needed someone like Yondu to make it seem possible.
Gamora: How did you escape?
Star-Lord: Ha! Let's just say it was equal parts simple, complicated, and kind of embarassing. But it ended with the two of us delivering a transport full of stolen supplies straight into the hands of the Resistance.
Gamora: For a bucket-load of units, too, I bet.
Star-Lord: Anyway... once we did, there was no going back. I was a Ravager.
Star-Lord: I don't really wanna talk about this right now. Could we...?
Gamora: Sure. I'm around if you need me.
(After listening to one dialogue option.)
Star-Lord: Mind if we put a pin in this?
Gamora: A pin...?
Star-Lord: Pick it up another time. I should get back...
Gamora: Sure.
Star-Lord: Well, if you don't mind, I think I'd like to be alone for a bit.
Gamora: Oh, yeah, sure. I'll see you around.
- End conversation cont.
Gamora: Still want to talk about it? 'Cause I'd love to hear more about [snicker] Blue Bird and the Ravagers.
- Ravager Comm Bracelet 2
Star-Lord:
(Picks up 1.) Those scaly bastards didn't stand a chance.
(Picks up 2.) We sure had good times, didn't we?
(Picks up 3.) Catch you later, Blue Bird.
- Broken Translation Device 1
Star-Lord: (Picks up Broken Translation Device.) Looks broken. Maybe Rocket can fix it?
Groot: I am Groot?
Star-Lord: (Puts it away.) Groot! Hey, buddy! I was just... uh... checking to see if everything was okay. And it... is. Okay.
Groot: I am Groot.
Star-Lord: Too bad this translator's busted. I was hoping it might have "Groot" stored on it. Or something.
Groot: I am Groot?
Star-Lord: That way I could download it into my translator. I'd love to know what your thoughts are on stuff, without, you know... Rocket always filtering it.
Groot: I am Groot.
- The language of trees
- Lost in translation
- End conversation
Star-Lord: Actually... Hold that thought. [calling out] Yo, Rocket!
Rocket: What?!
Star-Lord: Can you come here for a sec?
Rocket: Whaddya want, Quill? I'm busy.
Star-Lord: Think you could see if this translator has Groot's language on it?
Rocket: It doesn't.
Star-Lord: You didn't even check!
Rocket: Don't need to. Cheap scut like that don't have rare language packages. And even if it did, it's beyond salvageable.
Star-Lord: Really...? Wait. Do you have Groot's language package installed in your translation implant?
Rocket: Do I look like I'm made of units? Only folks who got that language package are rich people.
Star-Lord: So you actually speak "Groot" then?
Rocket: You mean Taluhnisan. And yeah. I speak it. More or less. Me n' Groot been bounty hunting together for a decade before you came along, Quill. When you been working together that long, you develop a common understanding.
Groot: I am Groot...
Rocket: You say "misunderstandings." I say "open to interpretation."
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: They didn't go sour. We didn't need those jobs anyway.
Groot: [laughs]
Star-Lord: So you guys learned to understand each other over time.
Rocket: And with the help of a spreadsheet of Groot's lexicon. Which ain't no easy feat when your entire language sounds like "I," "am" and "Groot."
Star-Lord: So there's hope for us yet.
Groot: I am Groot.
Star-Lord: You know, I didn't always have a translation implant. I mean, I was failing Spanish before I left Earth. Not that Spanish would've prepared me for... all of this.
Groot: I am Groot?
Star-Lord: Man, those first few years... Do you know how hard it was to get by without having any idea what people were saying? Half the languages out here sound like white noise, weird birds, and messed up theremins. Heh. I don't even want to know what Rocket actually sounds like.
Groot: [chuckle]
Star-Lord: TV did not prepare me for the realities of living in space, let me tell you.
Groot: I am Groot?
Star-Lord: Honestly, man, you're lucky you have Rocket. I mean, I know what it's like to be surrounded by people and have no one understand you. How... lonely that can be. I'd have been lost. You must've been lost, too. Before Rocket. And... and us?
Groot: I am Groot.
Star-Lord: I probably don't say this enough, but you really are an important part of the team. I can't imagine the "Gardeners of the Galaxy" without Groot. And who knows? If this thing does have your language in it, and Rocket can download it somehow, or hack it, or I don't know...
Groot: I am Groot.
Star-Lord: It'd be nice to finally talk to you. For real.
Star-Lord: Well, I'll let you get back to... your plants and stuff.
Groot: I am Groot.
(After listening to one dialogue option.)
Star-Lord: Uh, never mind. I'll get out of your hair. Or branches. Or whatever.
Groot: [chuckle]
Star-Lord: Glad we had this little chat.
Groot: I am Groot.
Star-Lord: Awesome. Cool.
- End conversation cont.
Groot: I am Groot!
Star-Lord: Groot! Sorry, man. Guess I should be more respectful of your personal space but...
Groot: I am Groot?
- Broken Translation Device 2
Star-Lord:
(Picks up 1.) I bet Groot has a rich, velvety voice.
(Picks up 2.) One day we'll find the right language package.
(Picks up 3.) I should probably learn a second language at some point... Like French.
- Search quarters
Star-Lord: (Checks dresser in his own room.) Well, well, well, let's see if we can find some stray units in here. (Picks up units and business cards.) Really? (Cutscene. Drops them on lounge table.)
Rocket: Thirty seven units?
Drax: We appear to be 6963 / 7963 / 8963 units short. If we intend to keep our ship, Peter Quill--
Star-Lord: I know, I know. We... clearly need a plan.
Drax: Reconsider my initial proposal.
Rocket: [groans] Not Fin Fang Foom again.
Drax: Yes! We should go after Fin Fang Foom!
Rocket: Drax, there are easier ways to get paid. Like what about selling Gamora's crap?
Gamora: What!?
Rocket: Oh, come on, you been hoarding them stupid knickknacks ever since you first joined us. I mean, don't tell me they ain't worth nothin'?
Drax: The Quarantine Zone was always a half-measure!
Rocket: She's holding out on us, Quill!
Gamora: My figurines are not knickknacks!
Rocket: Team's in trouble and you can't be bothered to make no sacrifice.
Groot: I am Groot.
Drax: Set course for the Maklu Star System--
Gamora: I will sacrifice your head.
Drax: And take us to the majestic mountains of Kakaranthara--
Rocket: Yeah, mature. Real mature.
Drax: Where we will seek to best the infamous Fin Fang Foom!
Rocket: I mean at least I got an idea.
- Call on Groot
- Hear out Drax
- Focus on Rocket
- N/A
Star-Lord: Guys. Let's just hear Drax out this time.
Drax: Fin Fang Foom is the fiercest, most legendary monster in the galaxy. It shatters the bones of ALL who go after it. The skulls of the greatest hunters are impaled upon its fangs. Imagine the glory of such a death!
Star-Lord: Our goal isn't death, Drax.
Drax: Glorious death.
Gamora: Out of the question.
Rocket: Well, in that case--
Gamora: You're not selling my stuff!
Groot: I AM GROOT!
Star-Lord: Guys. Maybe Rocket has something.
Rocket: There's a lot of crazies out there, Quill. Willing to pay for this kind of weird--
Gamora: NO! [sigh] Let's say my collection is actually worth something. There's no way we find a buyer in time. And even if we do, there's no way it gets us what we need. And, most importantly, any attempt to sell anything of mine will result in me chopping off something valuable of yours.
Drax: Perhaps we should reconsider another course of action--
Star-Lord: Yep.
Drax: --such as capturing the infamous--
(Everyone at the same time.)
Gamora: No!
Rocket: No!
Groot: I AM GROOT!
Groot: I... am... Groot.
Rocket: He says we should combine both ideas.
Drax: Sell Gamora's trinkets to Fin Fang Foom. It is brilliant.
Rocket: (Turns to Groot.) Yeah, you know, the only problem with your plan is that Lady Hellbender only buys monsters. And you are not a monster! (To the others.) He's not. He's the sweetest, most--
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: No, you don't! This ain't something you can pretend!
Groot: I... am... Grooooooooot!
Rocket: Oh yeah!? You want monster!? I'll show you monster! (Takes out explosive.)
Star-Lord: Whoa, guys!
(Groot and Rocket calm themselves.)
Gamora: Groot. Are you really offering to--
Rocket: No, no, he is not offering that, OK?
Gamora: It could work.
Star-Lord: Sell Groot? I guess we could bust him out after.
Drax: Absurd! Lady Hellbender seeks the monster within. The small ugly one is clearly the correct choice. He is cruel. Sadistic. His soul is filthy and filled with rage. The monster queen would pay a great sum for such a creature.
Rocket: Really? How great?
Gamora: How are you OK with this?
Rocket: Because I know what I am! And I know what he ain't.
Groot: I am Groot!
Gamora: I vote we sell Groot. I honestly think Lady Hellbender will go for him.
Rocket: Yeah, well I vote for not Groot.
Drax: I also vote for the creepy little beast.
Gamora: Two votes each. Peter?
- Vote to sell Groot
- Vote to sell Rocket
Star-Lord: Well, I think Groot's more convincing, in the traditional monster sense. (Rocket sighs.) Groot, buddy, first of all, thank you. And second of all, I want you to know we're gonna bust you out of there right after. OK?
Groot: I am Groot.
Star-Lord: Well, Rocket's definitely scarier on the inside. He's unstable and vicious and totally oblivious to the needs of others--
Rocket: OK, we get it, Quill.
Star-Lord: The point is I think you'd make a fine monster. And we'll definitely need that tactical brain of yours to bust you out once you're in there. But just to be 100% sure, you're definitely OK with this?
Rocket: Uh, you kiddin'? I can't wait to hold this over you.
Star-Lord: Alright. Let's do this. Let's go sell a monster!
Exit the Milano[]
- Seknarf Nine
(Milano approaches the planet.)
Rocket: We're not seriously flying into that?
(«Seknarf Nine - Seknarf System - Greater Magellanic Cloud» appears.)
Drax: They say the weather patterns of Seknarf Nine are tied to the temperament of its ruler.
Gamora: That's not how women work.
Star-Lord: Or weather. Anyways, I'm sure it looks worse than it is.
(Milano flies through a vicious storm.)
Gamora: There! That's Lady Hellbender's fortress.
Rocket: Get us in close, Quill. I don't want to walk in this.
Star-Lord: (Lightning hits the ship.) Woah! [nervous laugh] Yep, no problem!
Drax: You are flying the wrong way!
Rocket: He's not flying at all.
Star-Lord: Guys, relax! Just one... minor... adjustment... (Lands ship.) [out of breath, laughing] Piece of cake!
Rocket: (Stands up and walks away.) You can't be serious.
(Drax and Groot follow suit.)
Star-Lord: What? This way we can scope things out before we finish the transaction.
Gamora: (Stands up, looks at Peter.) We're like a hundred clicks from her base.
Star-Lord: You know how much I like scoping.
- Complaining
Rocket: Next time, I'm flying.
- Chose Groot
- Chose Rocket
Drax: Are you sure the leafy one is ready for this?
Rocket: Nope.
Gamora: He'll be fine.
Drax: Monsters do not fly ships.
Rocket: Monsters do whatever they want.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Don't you get all gloomy right now. It don't help.
Gamora: Because your constant complaining does?
Drax: [laugh] You are complaining about the short one complaining.
Rocket: We're all complaining! Happy?
- Toothbrush
Star-Lord: Ugh... Groot... why?
(Idle banter after everyone moves to the cargo bay.)
- Rain
Rocket: I hope y'all like walking because this is gonna take a while.
Gamora: What, you think I'm glad we landed this far from the fortress?
Drax: Cheer up, rodent. The rain will be refreshing!
Rocket: Rain is sky trash!
Groot: I am Groot...
Rocket: Calm down yourself, you love rain. Ya flarkin' plant.
- Thrilled
Gamora: I thought you'd be thrilled to finally set foot on Seknarf Nine, Drax, but you're awfully composed.
- Chose Groot
- Chose Rocket
Drax: In other circumstances, I would be thrilled. But we will humiliate ourselves by trying to sell sentient lumber to Lady Hellbender.
Rocket: Don't she like lumber? What about the legend of her mighty battle ax?
Drax: She possesses a number of weapons. And not all axes are meant to cut down trees.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: The lady won't hurt you either way, Groot. I'll make sure of that.
Drax: I am endeavoring to contain my enthusiasm. Our mission is of prime importance.
Gamora: Really?
Drax: No, you are correct, I am very eager.
Gamora: [tasteful chuckle]
- Paramatar 1
Rocket: [groan] Why don't we ever get missions on nice, warm, dry planets.
Groot: I am Groot.
Groot: Paramatar did have a nice forest. Because it was dry!
- Paramatar 2
Gamora: Wait... Isn't Paramatar where we got ambushed by machete-wielding goons?
Drax: I believe they were hatchet-wielding goons. And they were after Peter Quill.
Rocket: Who cares about the hatchet guys? It wasn't raining. And we weren't about to be sellin' one of us!
- Holding beliefs
- Chose Groot
- Chose Rocket
Drax: I still think it is a mistake to sell the tree.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Yeah, that's right. Maybe you're the mistake, muscle-head.
Drax: That does not make sense.
Gamora: Maybe Groot misspoke. You could say he...
Rocket: [groan]
Gamora: ...made a mistake.
Gamora: For the record, I still think selling the runt is a bad idea.
Drax: He is not a runt. You have seen him in combat. He is a vicious, cruel, bloodthirsty beast!
Rocket: Ha! Now that's a tag line I can endorse!
Drax: Lady Hellbender will see the beast beyond your measly appearance.
Groot: [grunt of disapproval]
Rocket: Obviously she will. I say muscle head's right for a change.
- Denying
Drax: This could all have been avoided if the rodent had relinquished his hidden cache of units.
Rocket: How many times do I gotta tell you I ain't got no units!
Gamora: At least 43. That's how many times I've had to deny being a shapeshifter before Drax moved on to something else.
Drax: I still have my doubts. It is not possible for you to slip into combat armor this fast.
Gamora: I use a lot of lotion.
- Contraxia
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Dry up! That's what I want to do after this mission!
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: I don't know... after we pay this fine. Let's see.
Gamora: He's gonna say...
Drax: Contraxia.
Gamora: ...Contraxia again.
Rocket: Contraxia?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Who cares if I'm predictable. Contraxia's got nice weather.
- Positivity
Rocket: I bet we could've made some money if we'd stopped by Knowhere first.
Gamora: Will you please stop? I can't believe I'm about to say this, but how about some positivity for a change.
- Hid the crate
- Hid the llama or nothing
Rocket: [sigh] Let's see, at least Quill had the good sense to hide my loot crate before Nova Corps started nosing around the ship.
Gamora: Ah, that sounds better.
Drax: I sense there is more coming.
Rocket: Sure would be nice if I could use those parts to upgrade our weapons systems though! But I guess the Milano's getting impounded in three cycles so...
Gamora: Almost had it.
Rocket: Positivity? How? We're on some crazy hurricane planet about to be soaked to the bone on our way to squeeze our last chance at freedom out of some mythical warlord!
Drax: Lady.
Rocket: Warlady!
Drax: Additionally, Nova Corps confiscated your crate of weaponry.
Rocket: [gasp] Yeah! That too! I'd forgotten about that!
Gamora: Do you need a hug?
Rocket: NO.
- Alternate plans
- Hid the llama
- Hid the crate or nothing
Gamora: So we need units... what about selling that llama beast?
Drax: Lady Hellbender would never purchase such a lowly creature.
Gamora: Not to Lady Hellbender, obviously, but what about the Knowhere market?
Rocket: I'm not sure we'd even get 20 units out of it. Now if we'd still have my weapon stash though...
Drax: We could have sold the weaponry?
Rocket: No! If we still had my stash we could've upgraded the Milano's weapons system and blasted Nova Corps outta the sky.
Drax: Doubtful.
Gamora: Let him dream.
Rocket: Hey, I got an idea. How about we find some backwater world and go off-grid for a while. Nova Corps ain't gonna chase us forever.
Gamora: It worked for me in the past...
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Quill? Backwater worlds are like... his natural environment. The guy's Terran for flark's sake.
Star-Lord: Hey! I heard that!
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Ugh, you're right. Drax wouldn't hide from the cops.
Drax: It would be cowardly and dishonorable.
Rocket: Yup, there we go.
- Umbrella
Rocket: Hey Groot, you think I got time to build a sonic umbrella?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Ah, come on! It's only gonna take a tick.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Shoot, you're right. We ain't got no roto-adhesive left.
- Talk to Groot 1
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: No, we should not go. We got to. It's different.
- Talk to Groot 2
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: That's sweet, but we both know you ain't got money to buy no umbrella.
- Talk to Gamora 1
Gamora: Hope that jacket of yours is waterproof.
- Talk to Gamora 2
Gamora: Are we going? Because I'm ready.
- Talk to Drax 1
Drax: They say that Seknarf Nine is inhospitable to soft-bodied beings... We shall see how you fare, Peter Quill.
- Talk to Drax 2
Drax: We accomplish nothing by lingering in the ship.
Rocket: How about staying dry? That's an accomplishment.
- Talk to Rocket 1
Rocket: Of course it had to be raining.
- Talk to Rocket 2
Rocket: I. Hate. Wet.
- Talk to Kammy
(If the llama was hidden.)
Star-Lord: You're way too soft to be a monster, big girl. Yes, you are.
- Exit the Milano
Star-Lord: Okay, here we go.
Rocket: I ever mention how much I hate rain?
Star-Lord: Hellbender's castle isn't even that far!
Drax: That is not a castle! It is an impregnable fortress!
Rocket: So how do we impregnate it?!
Gamora: Ask Peter!
Star-Lord: Ha, ha! Let's just get closer! We'll figure it out on the way!
Reach Lady Hellbender's fortress 1[]
Drax: There is nothing to figure out! As beast merchants, we will easily gain access to Lady Hellbender!
Star-Lord: Good! We've already got a beast! All that's left is the merchant part!
Gamora: Good thing I put on my official merchant costume!
Star-Lord: There is no such thing... right?
Rocket: The fact you ain't sure don't bode so good!
- Lightning
Star-Lord: Whoa! That is some really crazy lightning out there! Never seen anything like it!
Rocket: Meteorological suicide is what it is.
- Slide down
Star-Lord: [short painful grunts] (Reaches end.) Ouch... hey is my jacket alright?!
Rocket: At least you got a jacket! Some of us are soaking here!
Gamora: Less whining, more walking!
Rocket: Hey, Storm-Lord! We ain't seriously walking through this?! It'll take forever in this storm!
Drax: Stop complaining! The hardship will strengthen your spirit!
Rocket: I've faced more than enough hardship, thank you very much!
Drax: You are welcome, feeble one!
- Build morale
- Work on sales pitch (G)
- Work on sales pitch (R)
- (...)
Star-Lord: We won't walk! We'll hike! It'll be fun. Woo-hoo! Team hiking trip!
Rocket: That's just a fancy word for walkin'!
Star-Lord: Come on, at least you won't be bored!
Star-Lord: At least we'll have time to think about our sales pitch!
Drax: How are we to convince a beast collector to purchase a tree?!
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: So what the Knowhere Collector wants you back?! He don't speak for all collectors!
Gamora: If Tivan wants him, that's actually a good selling poin--
Rocket: No one's selling Groot!
Star-Lord: He's a rare specimen, Rocket. And he'll be fine!
Star-Lord: At least we'll have time to think about our sales pitch!
Gamora: Small furry creature! Lightly used!
Drax: Underwhelming! The rodent has menacing fangs! We shall focus on them!
Gamora: Talk about underwhelming!
Rocket: You won't be so dismissive when I bite off your --
Star-Lord: That's the spirit, Rocket! Keep up that energy!
(Idle banter.)
- Monsoon
Rocket: Drax neglected to mention this "buyer" lived in the middle of a flarking monsoon.
Drax: It was not pertinent to our task.
Rocket: Can we at least wait it out in the Milano?
Gamora: We're not wasting time with that Nova tracker counting down.
- Hostile surroundings
Drax: Ah. The brisk air is charged with life. It is truly invigorating.
Gamora: Dark and stormy suits your demeanor.
Drax: Naturally. Hostile surroundings breed hardened warriors.
Rocket: I'll take the beaches of Alfheim any day.
- Parking job
Rocket: Dynamite parking job, Quill!
Drax: I do not see what explosives have to do with our current position.
Rocket: 'Cause I'd rather be blown to bits than stuck in this flarking storm!
- Screwed
Rocket: So what's the deal with Captain Girlfriend anyway!?
Drax: The Kree woman seemed professional and disciplined! I do not see how she could copulate with Peter Quill!
Rocket: With a warrant, probably!
Gamora: They must have met during the worst of the war. The entire galaxy was a wreck. A lot of people got screwed!
Rocket: Ha!
- Platforms
Gamora: Okay, guys. If we just keep our footing, it'll be a straight shot across.
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: I agree, the bottom way looks drier!
Drax: The bottom way is death! There are beasts in the jungle!
Rocket: Well, there's a beast up here, too! And he don't like being wet!
- Arguing
Star-Lord: We got this! Just don't fall and we'll be fine!
Drax: Agreed! We must face Lady Hellbender's rage head on!
Gamora: Almost sounds like you want to get hit by lightning!
Drax: I would not expect a Chitauri traitor to understand the underlying value!
Gamora: The underlying value of getting killed?!
Drax: Of being direct, you child of subterfuge!
Gamora: What is your problem?!
Drax: Lady Hellbender scoffs upon duplicity and dishonor! Your reputation is why she tests us! Blow your worst, monstrous Queen! [laughs]
Gamora: You know she can't control the weather, right? She's just a person!
- Fan the flames
- Refocus the team
- (...)
Star-Lord: Drax! Gamora's on our side, for now! Just try to accept it!
Gamora: What do you mean for now?!
Star-Lord: I'm saying, you have a reputation! And Gamora, Drax is clearly a little crazy so...
Drax: What?!
Rocket: Interesting tactic, Quill!
Star-Lord: Hey, the more we argue, the quicker this'll go! Admit it, you almost forgot about the storm!
Rocket: Nope!
Star-Lord: Can we refocus here! We're here to trick some lady. Not kill each other!
Gamora: She's not just some lady! Lady Hellbender's a known warrior!
Drax: And a Queen!
Rocket: And stinking rich!
Star-Lord: Exactly! She's a stinking rich, warrior-queen, businesswoman! And she won't be able to resist a good deal! Same as us!
Drax: Perhaps some of us!
Drax: Lady Hellbender is not just a person! She is a Queen!
Gamora: Doesn't mean she can control the weather!
(Idle banter.)
- Ancestry
Rocket: If Lady H is so powerful, why does she live on this scutball?
Drax: Seknarf Nine is her ancestral home. A concept you are clearly unfamiliar with, abomination.
Rocket: Where you're from ain't what matters, meat-head.
Drax: It matters to Lady Hellbender.
- Direction
Rocket: These d'astin' mushrooms all look the same.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Mushrooms, fungi, whatever the scut they are! I'm gettin' all turned around on these things.
Drax: We must proceed in the direction of Lady Hellbender's fortress.
Rocket: Right. Like it's that simple.
- Worthiness
Rocket: It'd be a whole lot drier if we went through the jungle below!
Gamora: And lose sight of the fortress? Trust me, this is better.
Rocket: You know what's better? Landing at the flarking fortress.
Drax: The traversal proves our worthiness to consort with Lady Hellbender.
Rocket: I thought our monster was supposed to "prove our worthiness."
- Chose Groot
- Chose Rocket
- Katath 1
Rocket: Flarkin' storm!
Drax: Let the winds invigorate you! They remind me of a fine Katathian gale.
Rocket: If this is the weather on Katath, then keep me off'of Katath!
- Katath 2
Drax: On Katath, my daughter Kamaria and I would fly great kites in ferocious winds, much like these.
Rocket: Not the best parental instincts, this one.
Gamora: I think it's a sweet story.
Rocket: Yeah, well it don't end sweet. Daughter's dead. Storms suck.
- Katath 3
Gamora: My eyes won't stop watering in this wind!
Rocket: You're just all misty-eyed from Drax's story about playin' with his kid.
Drax: Katathians do not play.
Gamora: And I do not get misty-eyed.
- Noodles
Drax: Behold Lady Hellbender's domain in all its glory!
Gamora: Looks like a bunch of noodle bowls! (...) Great! Now I'm hungry!
- Lightning?
Rocket: Let's pick it up, Quill! I ain't waitin' around to get hit by lightning.
Star-Lord: Relax. Lightning never strikes the same place twice.
Rocket: Says who? Of course it does!
Star-Lord: Really? Coulda sworn they said in school... or maybe it was TV...
Rocket: Well, you feel free to stand there and think about it.
- Backtrack
Rocket: Is he going back to the Milano? Hey, Quill! Are you under the impression I like standing in the rain?!
Drax: Perhaps he forgot something.
Gamora: His flying license?!
Star-Lord: [laugh] For your information I don't have a license!
Rocket: Well that explains a lot.
- Lightning!
(Lightning strikes on the next platform, throwing them all backwards.)
Gamora: Careful!
Star-Lord: Woah!
Rocket: Flark!
Star-Lord: That was way too close!
Drax: Well played, Lady Hellbender!
Rocket: So we're still doing this?!
Drax: [laughs] Yes!
- Detour 1
Gamora: What happened to staying topside so we can keep tabs on the fortress?
Star-Lord: Still seems perfectly reasonable!
Drax: And yet you cower from Lady Hellbender's majestic rage!
Star-Lord: I'm not cowering! I'm exploring!
- Detour 2
Rocket: This storm really ain't doing it for me, Quill!
Drax: It is no storm. It is her monstrous breath!
Rocket: Yeah, well her breath ain't doin' it for me either!
Gamora: She doesn't even know we're here!
Rocket: Can we at least agree this was the worst landing in history?!
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: So what if it's the right planet?! It's the wrong side of the right planet!
Drax: I, for one, embrace your challenge, Lady Hellbender!
- Detour 3
Star-Lord: Okay, so maybe this wasn't my most perfect landing! Happy?!
Rocket: No!
- Warning
Gamora: Guys! Focus! Keep an eye out on those big blue ones and take cover when they hit! Or we'll get blown right off!
Star-Lord: Good advice!
- Wind gust 1
Star-Lord: Flark! Okay. This might be more dangerous than I thought!
Gamora: I thought you lived for danger?!
Star-Lord: Yeah, keyword live!
Rocket: If any of you die, I'm going back to the ship!
- Wind gust 2
Gamora: Wind gust!
Star-Lord: Whoa!
Rocket: I ever mention how much I hate being wet?!
Star-Lord: Yes!
Gamora: Repeatedly!
Drax: Many times!
Groot: I am Groot!
- Wind gust 3
Star-Lord: Flark! Not again!
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Groot says we should hide under him!
Star-Lord: That is a terrible suggestion!
Gamora: Just keep moving!
- Wind gust 4
Gamora: Incoming!
Rocket: Ugh! It's like she's trying to hit us! You sure you never dated this woman?!
Star-Lord: Pretty sure!
- Wind gust 5
Star-Lord: Whoa!
Drax: [laughs]
Rocket: Just me or is the storm actually getting worse?!
Drax: Lady Hellbender is angry this day!
Gamora: She doesn't control the weather!
- Wind gust 6
Star-Lord: Ah! Not again!
Rocket: Flark!
- Wind gust 7
Star-Lord: Argh!
Drax: The game continues, Lady Hellbender!
- Backtrack 1
Rocket: Yo, Quill! Fortress is this way!
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Of course he knows we're on the clock! Three cycles!
Star-Lord: It's called "scouting," okay?
Gamora: No, it's called going the wrong way!
- Backtrack 2
Drax: Are you disoriented, Peter Quill?!
Gamora: Even more than usual?!
Star-Lord: I'll have you know my sense of direction is impeccable!
Rocket: Says the guy who landed on the wrong side of the planet!
- Backtrack 3
Rocket: I can't believe it! Here I am, all wet in the rain and Sunny-Pants ain't even trying to go the right way!
Drax: If he is so determined to explore, perhaps we should support him?! I support you, Peter Quill!
Rocket: The only thing I support is getting out of this flarking rain!
- Backtrack 4
Rocket: We need to keep moving forward, Quill!
Star-Lord: We need to not get hit by lightning!
Gamora: Can we please just do both of those things?!
Drax: You ask too much of our leader. You know he cannot multitask!
Star-Lord: I can multitask!
- Backtrack 5
Drax: Do not turn back now, Peter Quill!
- Backtrack 6
Rocket: Hey, Quill! I ever mention how much I hate getting wet?!
- Backtrack 7
Gamora: Now where is he going?!
- Fall
(Lightning strikes on their platform.)
Star-Lord: Whoaaaaaaah! Whoah, whoah, whoah! (Everyone falls.) [scream] [impact grunt] Everyone OK?
(Everyone stands up.)
Drax: We should have gone to Maklu IV.
Rocket: Hey, check out the old Resistance ship. Thing's been shot to hell.
Drax: No doubt by this one and her Chitauri friends.
Gamora: We weren't friends.
Star-Lord: Ah, guys... (A jackogel comes out of the ship.)
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Eh... not sure. But it ain't moving now...
Drax: I would be wary, rodent.
Rocket: Eh, you know what? I survived frickin' Halfworld. You think I'm scared of some little -- (Almost pierced by Jackogel.) [scream]
Gamora: It's not alone! Get ready!
- Fight
Star-Lord: What are these things?
Gamora: Shoot first, questions later.
Rocket: I know what they're about to be: dead!
Drax: They are amorphous vermin.
Star-Lord: Watch the spikey things!
Rocket: Don't have to tell me twice.
Drax: Now is not the time for watching, Peter Quill.
Gamora: At least those cores are vulnerable.
Star-Lord: Guess this is the local fauna.
Rocket: It's about to be an endangered species.
Drax: Their locomotion is mesmerizing.
Gamora: Won't be the last thing that tries to kill us.
Gamora: I was getting bored anyway.
Drax: I must reluctantly agree.
Star-Lord: Glad we could entertain you.
Rocket: Being fried by lightning wasn't exactly enough for you?
Gamora: They keep moving around!
Rocket: Not when they're dead they don't!
Drax: Ha! You must be quicker, assassin!
Star-Lord: Come on, we got this!
Drax: The gelatin is satisfying to strike.
Gamora: You should try stabbing them!
Rocket: Just don't get your fists stuck in there!
Star-Lord: I'll take your word on that!
Drax: Perhaps these were sent by Lady Hellbender.
Gamora: I think she's got better things to do.
Rocket: Well she can keep 'em!
Star-Lord: If this is a test, we're acing it!
Rocket: Try to stab me, will ya?
Drax: Your reflexes are commendable, rodent.
Gamora: Time to stab back!
Star-Lord: How come monsters are never friendly?
Rocket: I'm gonna get mud in my fur!
Gamora: I'm sure the rain will take care of that.
Drax: Would you prefer this gelatinous substance?
Star-Lord: We've got bigger problems right now!
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: What?! I don't know. Don't eat 'em!
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Yeah, I smell it too.
Get to higher ground 1[]
- Fight ends
Rocket: So that's what a monster around here looks like?
Drax: We are outside Lady Hellbender's sanctuary. The creatures here are not her pets, but food.
Star-Lord: They sorta do look like food.
Gamora: We're gonna be food if we don't climb outta here.
Rocket: Where the flark is she going?
- Husk
Gamora: (Climbs up.) There's a trail going through the jungle. Try to find a way up.
Drax: This husk should be easier to climb than the muddy terrain.
Rocket: I ain't comfortable calling it a husk. Seeing as we're about to climb it and all.
Gamora: Clearly not a husk.
Drax: It is the hollowed husk of a bygone time, when the turmoil of war raged stronger than the storms of this world.
Gamora: Peter, get moving! Drax is having an existential meltdown.
(Idle banter.)
- Resistance pilot
Rocket: You ever fly one of these things, Gamora?
Drax: No doubt she shot them down.
Gamora: I fought the Chitauri, same as you. And yes, I flew one. Along with two other ships for the Resistance.
Drax: [resigned grumble]
- Muddy
Rocket: [groan] This mud is getting all up in my fur.
Gamora: Feel free to join me up above.
Rocket: Really? Is it drier up there?
Gamora: It... no. Not really.
- Sound
Gamora: Anyone else hear something?
Drax: Hear what?
Rocket: Was probably Drax's stomach.
Drax: My stomach would bellow like a wild beast. But I am not hungry.
- Fly swatter
Rocket: I ain't seen one of these fly swatters in years, working or otherwise.
Drax: It is not--
Rocket: That's what they called them. On account of they were real good at knocking Chitauri scouts out of the sky.
Drax: Ha! I get it! [laugh]
- War
Rocket: What's a resistance ship doing all the way out here anyway?
Drax: It is doing nothing. It has clearly crashed.
Rocket: I mean what was it doing. You don't think the war made it all the way out here?
Gamora: The war was everywhere.
- Latrine
Drax: The mud in this area smells queer.
Rocket: It's them jelly things we fought. I think they, you know... secrete in here.
Drax: You mean that we are standing in a latrine?
Gamora: Not all of us.
- Scan
Drax: What does your magical mask reveal?
Star-Lord: Give me a second.
- Delay 1
Rocket: Hey Star-Pants, see anything we can climb on?
Star-Lord: Not really. But maybe if we cleared the gunk off the side...
Drax: Shall I rip it apart, then?
Star-Lord: Let's go easy if we can. Keep in mind this old thing helped win the war.
- Delay 2
Gamora: What's taking so long?
Drax: Peter Quill is dilly-dallying in the rain.
Star-Lord: I'm not dilly-dally-- I'm thinking!
- Uncover reactor
(Peter shoots brittle material covering reactor.)
Star-Lord: When all else fails, shoot stuff.
Rocket: Words to live by.
Gamora: Having fun?
Star-Lord: Didn't think I'd ever be shooting at a Resistance ship.
- Loose reactor
Gamora: Loose reactor isn't dangerous, is it?
Rocket: It can be. If you know what you're doing.
- Reactor
Star-Lord: (Selects Drax.) Drax? You can pull this reactor out gently, right?
Drax: If it were combustible, the rodent would have shot it by now.
Rocket: He makes an excellent point.
Drax: Shall I continue ripping it apart?
Star-Lord: No, no! No. I think we're good.
- Halfway
Rocket: Great, we made it halfway up. Now what?
Star-Lord: Maybe if we could lower that wing somehow.
- Uncover array
(Peter destroys brittle material.)
Gamora: I'm going to scout ahead. Try not to kill yourselves on the way up.
Rocket: There they are! Wing controls!
- Scan array
Star-Lord: Need your expert skills again, Rocket.
- Panel
- Groot
- Gamora
- Drax
- Rocket
Star-Lord: Hey Groot, can you come up with something?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Yeah, yeah, just let me do it.
Star-Lord: Gamora, how much do you know about external wing controls?
Gamora: Maybe if you slice the circuitry, you can--
Rocket: No! Slice the circuitry? What is wrong with you? Get out of my way, I'll take care of it.
Star-Lord: Drax, you ever seen one of those?
Drax: I suggest smashing this electronic device until it--
Rocket: No, no, no! Keep your grubby paws off. I'll take care of it.
Star-Lord: Alright Rocket, that wing control panel's all yours. Hope it still works...
Rocket: Great! Everyone watch out for beeping red lights.
Star-Lord: What! Why?
Rocket: This is a Resistance ship. We'll be lucky if there's only one booby trap on it.
(Wing array descends.)
Rocket: That'll do it.
- Ominous sound
Rocket: What the flark!
Star-Lord: That don't sound like no jelly thing.
Drax: They say Lady Hellbender's call echoes throughout the planet.
Rocket: That don't sound like no lady either...
- Storms
Star-Lord: It's kind of pretty, in a... noodly... chaotic way.
Drax: These words could describe the mighty storms of Katath as well.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Weren't any storms where I grew up either, since it was a secret lab. Can we go now?
Cross the jungle[]
(Group catches up with Gamora.)
Gamora: Careful. Looks like something big moved through here.
Rocket: Yay.
(Idle banter.)
- Hunt for sport
Gamora: If you see anything with claws the size of Drax, let me know.
Rocket: I thought we already had our monster? What's she tracking this thing for?
Drax: For sport.
Gamora: Nothing wrong with a little sport. A girl has to keep busy.
Drax: You are looking for trouble, assassin.
- Patience
Drax: Where did you learn this clairvoyance, assassin?
Gamora: Huh? You never learned to track?
Drax: Katathians do not chase our prey. We lure them and await the perfect moment to strike.
Gamora: That can take awhile.
Drax: Patience is a virtue of the hunter.
- Weight
Gamora: The depressions are deep. This thing has got to weigh more than all of us put together.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Even with Groot?
Gamora: Okay, maybe excluding Groot.
- Caution
Rocket: So, uh, these tracks, Gamora... You're just messing with us, right?
Gamora: Nope.
Drax: [laugh] Are you frightened, rodent?
Rocket: I'm cautious. You try bein' this size: I gotta watch out for things that can eat me in one gulp.
- Wet or lost
Gamora: We'll need to find a way out of this jungle.
Rocket: Why? It's dry down here.
Gamora: Wouldn't you rather be wet than lost?
Rocket: Not particularly.
- Jungle
Drax: This jungle is majestic.
Rocket: In a everything-is-trying-to-kill-you sorta way, sure.
Drax: That is precisely why it is majestic.
- Taffy
Rocket: This place is a flarkin' maze. All those trees look like--
Star-Lord: Like giant strings of salt-water taffy.
Rocket: What? What's taffy?
Star-Lord: It's sweet, and delicious, and it melts in your mouth.
Gamora: And looks like a tree, apparently.
Drax: And it is made of salted water.
Star-Lord: No! That's just the name.
- Kite 1
Drax: The winds have calmed...
Rocket: Not kite flying weather?
Drax: Attempting to fly kites without a storm would be pointless.
Rocket: Right. Where's the fun if you can't get hit by lightning.
- Kite 2
Rocket: I'm still having a hard time picturing meat-head flyin' a kite.
Gamora: He was spending time with his daughter.
Drax: I nearly lost her when the kite lashed out. But she was a fierce girl. She skillfully dodged its stinger.
Rocket: Wait... what?
Drax: The Great Katathian Kite is an apex predator!
- Kite 3
Rocket: So you're tellin' me these "kites" were monsters? And your sappy memory is of riding them?
Drax: They would only hunt during the most violent storms. It was a tremendous accomplishment to snare one from below.
Rocket: Why do I ever open my mouth?
Gamora: I often wonder the same thing.
Rocket: Oh, go fly a kite.
- Weird monsters 1
Drax: I am eager to experience Lady Hellbender's legendary menagerie.
Rocket: Yeah, I bet you are.
Gamora: What's the weirdest monster you guys have seen?
Rocket: I once saw a Brood-transformed Rigelian wearin' a Klyntar parasite.
Gamora: You could fit a lot of teeth into a head that big.
Rocket: You have no idea.
- Weird monster 2
Gamora: What about you, Drax? Worst monster?
Rocket: Oh, no--no no no. He's just going to say "the rodent." Don't give him the pleasure.
Drax: I was not going to say that.
Rocket: Ok, fine. Go.
Drax: I was deep in the jungle of an impossibly hostile planet. At the end of a bridge, I found this small, hairy, weasel-shaped abomination...
Rocket: Scuthole!
Drax: [loud laugh]
- Weird monster 3
Rocket: You're up, Gamora.
Gamora: Once I had to defend an ambassador from the Nightmare Realm. It... shifted depending on who was speaking.
Rocket: Into what?
Gamora: It became your worst fears all tangled up together into one creature.
Rocket: What did yours look like?
Gamora: Nice try.
- Weird monster 4
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Groot says everything with skin is monstrous to him.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: But it's less disgusting when they have fur covering it. Hey, thanks, bud!
- Talk to Gamora
(Gamora is crouching near a footprint.)
Star-Lord: Let me guess. Some kind of monster... thing?
Gamora: Good guess. Well done.
Star-Lord: Any chance it doesn't know we're here?
Gamora: Nope. Only question is which one of us it'll jump first.
Star-Lord: It's probably not gonna jump us.
Gamora: Hmm hmm.
- Lost
Gamora: You sure you want to get lost out here?
Star-Lord: Relax, I'm just looking around.
- Unsure
Drax: Peter Quill! I have found the way forward.
Star-Lord: You sure, Drax?
Drax: No.
Star-Lord: Good enough.
- Discover cave
Star-Lord: Ooooh, mysterious.
Rocket: Found something, Quill?
Star-Lord: Yeah, some kind of cave. Maybe it's got hidden treasure!
Gamora: Or hidden bodies.
- Cave bear
Star-Lord: [whine] Please don't let there be a space bear in here...
- Leave cave 1
Rocket: Wussing out?
Star-Lord: Hey! If anything happens to me, who would take care of you guys?
Gamora: How thoughtful.
- Cave goo
Star-Lord: And hello mystery goo...
- Cave eggs
Star-Lord: Monster eggs. Yay. OK, so note to self: if it looks like a monster cave, and smells like a monster cave, and you're on a monster planet...
- Leave cave 2
Star-Lord: That cave's full of monster eggs!
Rocket: Still no sign of mommy monster?
Gamora: She's staying hidden. For now.
Star-Lord: Maybe she's scared of us?
Gamora: You tell yourself that.
- Cave material
Drax: What are you firing at, Peter Quill?
Gamora: Did you see a monster?
Star-Lord: No, just trying to stay ready.
- Cave fight
Star-Lord: [shriek] Flark!
Rocket: Just me, or that was his "I'm in trouble" scream?
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Yep, sounds like fighting to me too!
Rocket: Hey Quill, can you hear me?
Star-Lord: Yeah! I think you're getting closer.
Rocket: Where the flark are you?
Star-Lord: I found a cave in the jungle.
Star-Lord: Okay, not too close!
Rocket: Keep yackin', I'm on my way.
Rocket: I can hear your blasters!
Star-Lord: Yep, here. Just... busy.
Star-Lord: Get fried, jelly!
Rocket: Save me some!
Rocket: Are you under me?
Star-Lord: Murder cave. Dealing with it.
Star-Lord: Looks like I'm not the only one who wanted out of the rain!
Rocket: Don't die Quill! I'm comin'!
- Cave fight ends
Rocket: Did I miss it? What are we shooting?
Star-Lord: Just some jelly dudes. I took care of it.
Rocket: Fudscut! I knew I should've come down earlier.
Star-Lord: Wait, so where are you?
Rocket: Cave with eggs. Where are you?
Star-Lord: Still checking things out. This place is bigger than I thought.
(Idle banter.)
- Defuser
Star-Lord: Where's Groot?
Rocket: I told them to wait up there. He may need to get between the other two, the rate they're goin' at it.
Star-Lord: At least he's got long arms.
- Debate
Star-Lord: Do you think Drax and Gamora have killed each other by now?
Rocket: The real question is who'd come out on top.
Star-Lord: And...?
Rocket: Always bet on the bigger gun. And Drax is a walking bigger gun.
Star-Lord: Rookie mistake, man. Speed over strength, always. Besides, Gamora scares me.
Rocket: [scoff] No argument there.
- Caves
Rocket: What exactly do you think you're gonna find down here?
Star-Lord: I dunno. Caves are cool.
Rocket: "Caves are cool"? Is that really all you got?
Star-Lord: Gets us out of the rain, doesn't it?
Rocket: Alright, I'll give you that.
- Gut
Rocket: You got a real knack for sniffin' out smelly caves, Quill.
Star-Lord: What can I say? I follow my nose.
Rocket: I'd rather follow my gut.
- A Moment
Gamora: Are you two coming...?
Star-Lord: Yeah, just a sec. We're having a moment.
Rocket: "A moment"?
- Cave passage
Star-Lord: Ha! Nice! Hidden passage!
Gamora: Everything OK in there?
Drax: Are you dead, Peter Quill? Or merely severely wounded?
Star-Lord: Stop worrying!
- Cave scream
Rocket: I ain't far, Quill. Scream really loud if you find another blob-creature.
Star-Lord: You know I will.
- Cave request
Rocket: Hey, erm. Listen while it's just the two of us.
Star-Lord: What's up?
Rocket: Eh, you're busy. Exploring. Just meet me in the main cave when you're done looking around.
Star-Lord: Alright...
- Cave confession
Rocket: You done exploring, Quill? Cause, uh, I really need to talk to ya. There's something ... personal... I need to get off my chest... It's the kind of thing you don't want people... Well, you know, right? And I uh... I don't want the big guy to find out... So... Yeah...
- Talk to Rocket (Chose Rocket)
Star-Lord: Alright, man, what's up?
Rocket: Look... There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it... I think I'm dying, Quill... Even with all these... Frickin' augmentations and chut knows what else... I just... I need to know that you'll take care of Groot for me. I... I just, I'm on borrowed time.
- Empathize
- Doubt it
- (...)
Star-Lord: I had no idea, man... Does Groot know?
Rocket: No, no, no... And you can't tell him. It'd destroy him. If the day comes that I... Just promise me you'll take care of Groot.
Star-Lord: I promise!
Rocket: And... [snort] and that...
Star-Lord: Are you... Are you messing with me?
Rocket: Say you'll bury me... in the... in the Milano... [burst out laughing] I can't believe your face! It was like... I can't even describe your frickin' face...
Star-Lord: What is wrong with you?! Why would you even joke about something like that?!
Rocket: Because it's funny! You don't think it's funny? Come on. Fine, but I mean what I said! Something goes sideways with Lady Weather Report, you better keep that promise and take care of Groot.
Star-Lord: Of course I would. You didn't need to fake dying...
Star-Lord: You're not dying, Rocket.
Rocket: No... No... I really am. I'm... [snort] I'm totally dying, Quill. Just, I mean, just look at me... [laughing]
Star-Lord: This is a new low, even for you.
Rocket: What?! It's funny! You don't find it funny? [laughing]
Star-Lord: You're not funny.
Rocket: We're about to sell me to a Monster Queen! I might as well be dying! What happens if it goes sideways, huh? Who's gonna take care of Groot!?
Star-Lord: Is that what you meant? Listen, if anything happens to you, I swear I'll take care of Groot like he's my own tall... wooden child. I promise.
Rocket: Thank you, Quill.
- Talk to Rocket (Chose Groot)
Star-Lord: What's going on?
Rocket: Look... I'm not sure about this whole selling Groot thing.
Star-Lord: Rocket, we've been over this. It's gonna be fine--
Rocket: Yeah, but what if it's not? What if something bad happens? Groot's the only real family I got, Quill. He's the only one who's accepted me for me. You don't know what he's been through, the way he's been treated. Like some kind of thing to be studied and kept in a cage.
- Question your choice
- Double down
- (...)
Star-Lord: Look, we're on our way to sell a "monster." If you think there's no way Groot can--
Rocket: You're looking at this all wrong! You think she's gonna see what you see: a big scary tree that only says three words.
Star-Lord: Seems pretty accurate...
Rocket: If she looks on the inside and sees what I see, we're screwed. Groot ain't no monster, and I don't think he can even pretend to be. He ain't no good at scheming!
Star-Lord: Alright, noted. But let's agree there are no perfect solutions here. I'll think about it, okay?
Rocket: It's all I ask, Quill.
Star-Lord: Groot offered to do this!
Rocket: And if Gamora offers to tell a joke, you just gonna assume it's funny?
Star-Lord: Not sure I get where--
Rocket: I'm saying Groot ain't built for scheming. He ain't no monster!
Star-Lord: We don't know that!
Rocket: It's obvious!
Star-Lord: Maybe to you, but three out of five of us think he's monster enough. So give him a chance? He knows what he's doing.
Rocket: Fine! Have it your way.
- Back on track
Star-Lord: Come on, the sooner we get the Lady Hellbender, the sooner we can focus on paying that stupid fine.
Rocket: Easy for you to say. You ain't the one getting auctioned out...
- Ignore Rocket 1
Rocket: Hey, Quill, did you hear what I said? I'm being serious... This is really important for me...
- Ignore Rocket 2
Rocket: You're actually ignoring me... You know what, you can be a real jerk sometimes. (Leaves.)
- Leave cave 3
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: We're fine. You worry too much.
Gamora: Still no sign of whatever made those claw marks?
Star-Lord: No, just some jelly dudes.
Gamora: Then it must be out on the hunt...
- Approach exit
(Lightning strikes in front of them.)
Star-Lord: Ah! Flark!
Rocket: Baaaah!
Gamora: Again!?
Drax: [exuberant laugh] This is further proof that we are not welcome here.
Rocket: If we turn back every time we ain't wanted, we'd never go anywhere.
Gamora: Good point.
- Pistil
- Groot
- Gamora
- Drax
- Rocket
Star-Lord: Good thing we have a plant guy to take care of a plant problem.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: He says plants aren't problems.
Star-Lord: Can you get us through here, Gamora?
Gamora: Whatever it takes to find Hellbender.
Star-Lord: Drax, think this is a sign from Lady Hellbender?
Drax: We are clearly not wanted on this planet.
Star-Lord: I dunno... Rocket? Can you take care of those branches?
Rocket: You want me to blow it up?
Gamora: That shouldn't be our answer to everything.
- Choose Gamora cont.
Drax: Her name is Lady Hellbender.
Rocket: Yeah, Gamora.
Drax: And if we want an audience with her, we will have to start showing some respect.
Gamora: This from the guy who calls me "harlot spawn of Thanos."
Drax: An accurate description. We all know which harlot spawn it refers to.
Rocket: What about her sister Nebula?
Drax: Hmm, I forgot about the blue harlot spawn.
- Refocus team
- Defend Gamora
- (...)
Star-Lord: Guys, monster planet. Dark, dangerous. Can we focus here?
Drax: Are you frightened of monsters, Peter Quill?
Star-Lord: Only the scary ones.
Star-Lord: Gamora's actually adopted, so not even that accurate.
Gamora: Ah, yeah. Also-- not a harlot!
Star-Lord: Right, right. That too.
- Talk to Gamora
(Gamora is watching a sculpture stone.)
Star-Lord: Should we ask them for directions?
Gamora: I'm thinking maybe they are directions.
Star-Lord: Seriously? Oh, like a sign post or something?
Gamora: I'm not saying it's an arrow with the word fortress on it. But statues suggest civilization. And the only settlement I saw when we were topside--
Star-Lord: --was Lady Hellbender's fortress.
- Detour
Rocket: [groan] Now where'd he go? Hey, Quill?! You out laying your eggs or something?
Drax: That is not how Terrans reproduce.
Rocket: Not how most Terrans reproduce. That's what makes our Quill so special.
Drax: Interesting.
Star-Lord: I don't lay eggs!
- Alien
Rocket: Hmmm. Looks more alien than the other ones.
Drax: They are all "alien."
Rocket: I know they're all alien! I mean, this one's freakier.
- Backtrack
Gamora: Peter. We're going this way!
Star-Lord: What makes you so sure you picked the right path?
Drax: The harlot has direct knowledge of Seknarfian history.
Gamora: My knowledge isn't direct.
Rocket: Wait, it ain't?
Gamora: I simply use experience and observation to deduce that this trail must lead to a settlement.
Rocket: Well, I'm not reassured.
Gamora: Take it or leave it.
- Backtrack (cave)
Star-Lord: Ooh! What do we have here?
Gamora: Peter! What are you doing back there?
Star-Lord: I found a thing. Give me a minute.
Get across the chasm[]
- Throw Rocket
Rocket: [sighs] Dead end. That's just great.
Star-Lord: Wait! Is that Chitauri tech over there?
Drax: Ask the Chitauri...
Star-Lord: No, no, it is! It's a retractable bridge! They used them at the prison I was in.
Gamora: Too bad the controls are on the other side of a giant chasm.
(Drax grabs Rocket and lifts him from the ground.)
Rocket: What are you --
Drax: We do not have time to dawdle in this jungle. I shall hurl the creature over the chasm so he may activate the bridge.
Rocket: (Wiggles.) I may activate a hole through your face! Put. Me. Down! No! [struggling]
- Encourage Drax
- Stop Drax
Star-Lord: [chuckles] It'll be fine, just curl up in a ball!
Rocket: What?!
Star-Lord: Drax... throw him!
Rocket: No!
Drax: Very well. (Hurls him across the chasm.)
Gamora: Peter.
Star-Lord: It's okay. He'll land on his feet.
Rocket: [screams] (Lands on his face. «Rocket is furious that you let Drax throw him» appears.)
Star-Lord: Oh... Uh. I guess that only applies to cats.
Rocket: You sons of chogs! Scutbustin' aftbladders!
Drax: I am not familiar with these words.
Rocket: Filthy grudscum! Badoon-face scutplugs!
Gamora: I think he's making them up. He's really pissed.
Rocket: You can rot, you freebaggin' flarkholes!
Gamora: At least he's not shooting at us.
Rocket: (Shoots at them.)
Gamora: He missed on purpose, right?
Drax: Order the beast to do its job!
Star-Lord: Rocket! Come on, man!
Rocket: Cram it, d'astface!
Star-Lord: Fix the bridge and we'll raise your cut by five percent!
Rocket: ...I want ten!
Star-Lord: Okay! Deal! (Quieter.) We'll take it out of Groot's cut. He doesn't understand money anyway.
Groot: I am Groot?
(Bridge extends over the chasm.)
Star-Lord: [chuckles] We're not throwing Rocket.
Drax: Very well.
Rocket: You sons of flarkin' chogs! (Released, he falls facedown. «Rocket appreciates you defending him» appears.)
Drax: How will we cross?
Rocket: (Grumbles.) Filthy grudscum. Badoon-face scutplugs.
Star-Lord: [chuckles] Look around. We'll find another way.
(After not throwing Rocket.)
- Too far
Groot: I am Groot...
Rocket: Not a chance. We both know it's too far for you to stretch across.
- Tall tree
Gamora: There has to be something we can use. Maybe a tall tree?
Groot: I am Groot!
Gamora: Taller than Groot.
- Easier
Drax: It would be easier to throw the rodent.
Star-Lord: No. It would not. What if he breaks a leg?
Drax: He would still have three.
Rocket: No one's throwing Rocket!
- Shooting 1
Gamora: Shooting your way out of every problem again, Peter?
Star-Lord: Trying to.
- Shooting 2
Gamora: You do know that aimless shooting isn't going to scare the monsters away, right?
Star-Lord: Hey, my shooting's not aimless! Everything I do is with purpose and... you know, heroism!
- Backtrack
Gamora: I don't think we need to look that far, Peter.
Star-Lord: I know, I know! I just got turned around.
Drax: Turned around? Or cowering in fear from Lady Hellbender?
Rocket: Why not both?
- Cave
Star-Lord: Wow. It is dark in here.
Gamora: If you bump into any monsters, let us know!
Star-Lord: Monster planet. Right.
- Ruins
Star-Lord: Hey! I found more ruins down here!
Drax: Ah! Perhaps we could fashion a catapult!
Star-Lord: We're not throwing Rocket! But maybe there's something else here...
- Scan obelisk
Star-Lord: A miracle it's still standing in these storms!
- Obelisk
- Groot
- Gamora
- Drax
- Rocket
Star-Lord: Groot, could you grow vines from that pillar so we could use them to swing across?
Groot: I am--
Drax: Ah! Like Tar-Zan, the legendary Terran warrior you spoke of on Contraxia as we were--
Rocket: For the record, Groot says no!
Star-Lord: Gamora! Could you hypothetically slice through a giant stone pillar with your sword?
Gamora: It's a regular sword, not a quantum blade.
Rocket: Boring!
Star-Lord: Drax, think you can topple this?
Drax: Indeed! [victorious exertion] (Slams into the pillar.) [grunts] (Pillar falls over.) [roars] I may have angered them.
Star-Lord: Them?
Gamora: We're being hunted.
Rocket: Great. That's just... great.
Star-Lord: Rocket, can you help me push this over?
Rocket: My paws are all wet from the stupid rain. No way I can get enough grip.
Star-Lord: Yeah, I'm sure that's why.
- Crossing
Star-Lord: Alright! Let's try not to fall!
Rocket: That's your pep talk?!
- Sounds
Rocket: Great place to leave a sculpture.
Gamora: Wait, hear that?
(After throwing Rocket.)
- Time
Gamora: Peter! We don't have all day.
Rocket: I can't even tell what time it is with this d'ast storm!
Drax: The ground has the musky smell of afternoon.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: I do not smell musky, you big lug! You think you smell any better?
- Rain
Rocket: Hey Storm-Lord! We're catchin' our deaths over here!
Star-Lord: It's just a little rain, Rocket!
- Cave
(Visit alternate route while bridge is extended.)
Rocket: What the flark are you doing?!
Star-Lord: I found a cave!
Rocket: Stop spelunking and cross the scut-frying bridge!
- Ruins
Star-Lord: Hey! I found more ruins down here!
Rocket: Flarking amazing. Wanna start a grabstackin' museum? Why don't you come over and check out this scutting Chitauri bridge I opened for you, since you like it so d'asting much!
Star-Lord: Okay, okay... Just don't shoot again.
- Scan obelisk
Star-Lord: (Imitates Drax.) Peter Quill, this is Lady Hellbender's toothpick.
Drax: What?
Star-Lord: What? I didn't say anything.
- Obelisk
Star-Lord: (Selects Rocket.) Rocket, can you help me push this over?
Rocket: I already made you a flarkin' bridge, Quill! What the flark?!
Star-Lord: I'm exploring my options.
- Sounds
Star-Lord: Thanks for the bridge, Rocket!
Rocket: If you even think of pulling that scut again--
Gamora: Wait, hear that?
Get to higher ground 2[]
- Fight start
(Mantane appears.)
Star-Lord: Eyes up, people.
Groot: [surprised grunt]
Drax: [gasps in surprise] Incoming!
- Fight
Star-Lord: Gross! They're like flying ticks!
Rocket: Be glad you're not me-sized!
Drax: A tick is a measurement of time, Peter Quill.
Gamora: Ticks fly by when you're having fun!
Star-Lord: These things would've come in handy a second ago.
Drax: Your perception of time is hyperbolic.
Rocket: It woulda been better than Drax's idea!
Gamora: I don't think they'd have let you ride them over the ravine.
Star-Lord: No fair, they can fly!
Rocket: So can you, genius!
Drax: Then I shall remove their wings.
Gamora: Let's see them fly once they're dead!
Gamora: Anyone else notice this place looks like a graveyard?
Drax: Fitting that it shall be littered with corpses.
Star-Lord: Focused on not becoming part of one!
Rocket: You really got time to be admiring the scenery?!
Gamora: Watch the stingers!
Rocket: I'm watchin' the big flarkin' fangs, thanks!
Star-Lord: Only thing worse than a bug is a flying one!
Drax: Do not watch: destroy!
Drax: I will face all of Lady Hellbender's beasts!
Gamora: Don't forget we're selling one of those "beasts".
Rocket: Maybe she'd pay us to refill her stock.
Star-Lord: Get it out of your system before we get there.
Drax: We can fly these beasts straight to Lady Hellbender.
Gamora: Good luck with that!
Rocket: I ain't ridin' something that wants to eat me.
Star-Lord: Drax, I'm not calling you fat, but...
Rocket: So glad you parked all this way away, Quill.
Drax: Your tone does not imply gratitude.
Gamora: At least we didn't get shot down by lightning.
Star-Lord: Think of it like a walk through the zoo. With guns.
Rocket: I'm starting to miss those jelly things!
Drax: I prefer a new challenge!
Gamora: I'm sure you'll see them again.
Star-Lord: Don't jinx us!
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Well then, start swatting!
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: No, you don't let 'em grab me!
- Fight ends
Drax: Enough of these inferior creatures. I yearn for monsters.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Yeah, I'm feeling all turned around as well. Where the flark are we?
Gamora: Just look around. There must be a path here somewhere.
(Idle banter.)
- Carried
Drax: Why are we so sure this is the way?
Gamora: The statues here didn't walk into place. They were carried.
Drax: Carried by whom? For what purpose?
Rocket: I thought you were supposed to be the Lady Hellbender expert?
Drax: There was nothing in the pamphlet about statues.
(If Rocket was thrown.)
Rocket: Maybe they weren't carried. Maybe some muscle-head threw them over the ravine. Against their will.
Drax: Lady Hellbender could no doubt accomplish such a feat.
- Sculpture
Rocket: Surprise, surprise, another statue.
Star-Lord: I'll take weird statues over weird monsters any day.
Drax: We are in the business of selling monsters, Peter Quill. Not statues.
Star-Lord: Yeah, I'm also in the business of not getting killed. Kind of a side thing I got going.
- Hucking
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Just leave it.
Gamora: What's your problem?
- Didn't throw Rocket
- Threw Rocket
Rocket: My problem is meat-head trying to huck me over a cliff!
Drax: You are overreacting. I did not throw you.
Rocket: Only 'cause Quill stopped you.
Drax: Then there should be no problem.
Rocket: I'm watching you, you Katathian psychopath.
Rocket: Are you flarkin' kidding me?! I just got hucked over a krutackin' cliff!
Gamora: Better than down it.
Rocket: I ain't some Builder tool you can just throw into or over a hole anytime something needs fixing!
Drax: It was an efficient solution. Our leader agreed.
Rocket: Yeah, don't remind me.
- Conqueror
Rocket: Think these statues are of the monsters on this planet?
Drax: They are made of rock.
Rocket: Thanks, genius. I mean maybe this is why Hellbender's so hot for monsters. Just another religious nut.
Drax: She is not a nut of any kind. She is a conqueror.
Gamora: Maybe these were from the people she "conquered".
- Chitauri
Rocket: What's Chitauri tech doin' on a backwater mudball like this?
Drax: Perhaps Lady Hellbender repelled an invading swarm and it was among the spoils.
Rocket: Maybe. Or maybe she was real cozy with the bugs.
Drax: [scoff] Ridiculous.
- Worship
Gamora: That bridge isn't the only thing Chitauri. Some of these statues look familiar, if you catch my drift.
Rocket: If these mouth-breathers worship monsters, maybe they'd have seen space-faring bugs as gods.
Drax: You belittle the Seknarfians, knowing nothing of their ways.
Rocket: I know folks that carve idols worship them. And I know anyone with half a brain don't worship nothing.
- Eyes
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: No, the statues are not watching us.
Drax: Do not be so sure. They say Lady Hellbender has eyes everywhere.
Gamora: Of course they do.
- Vines 1
- Groot
- Gamora
- Drax
- Rocket
Star-Lord: Groot, vines are your thing, right?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: He says he asked already. They don't know the way.
Star-Lord: Alright Gamora, pretty sure it's this way.
Rocket: Fifty units says it ain't.
Gamora: He doesn't have fifty units.
Star-Lord: Drax, I--
Drax: You are not ready for the monsters beyond these vines.
Gamora: Agreed.
Star-Lord: Rocket, can you squeeze in and check if the trail continues that way?
Rocket: How much you payin'?
Star-Lord: 50 units?
Rocket: Ha! Easiest money I ever made.
Gamora: He doesn't have fifty units, and you don't fit through.
- Tidbits
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: No way are we almost there. Still got like half a planet to walk across.
Drax: Lady Hellbender could cross this jungle in seven strides!
Gamora: Sure she could.
Drax: Or she would have flown over the mountains.
Gamora: Oh! She flies now?
Drax: She possesses flying creatures.
Rocket: Where do you even get this stuff?
- Make up a legend
- Question Drax
- (...)
Star-Lord: I heard she shoots lasers out of her eyes.
Rocket: Now we're talking!
Drax: Ah, I have not heard that one!
Gamora: I heard there are actually nine of her. That's why they call it Seknarf Nine.
Drax: Ha! That is preposterous!
Gamora: That one's preposterous?!
Star-Lord: Drax, some of your Lady Hellbender tidbits are... questionable.
Rocket: You can say that again.
Drax: More or less questionable than your flying skills, Peter Quill?
Gamora: He's got you there.
Drax: I have a reputable source.
Gamora: Riiight.
- Vines 2
- Groot
- Gamora
- Drax
- Rocket
Star-Lord: Uhh... Groot? You mind?
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: He's worried there might be something big on the other side. Anyone still think he's a monster?
Star-Lord: Gamora, mind cutting us a path?
Drax: They say that Lady Hellbender feels it every time you cut a piece of her jungle.
Star-Lord: Drax? Wanna... clear a path?
Drax: Only if you admit that every one of my Lady Hellbender stories is true.
Star-Lord: So that's a no.
Star-Lord: Rocket, care to bet on what's on the other side of these vines?
Rocket: Maybe. How much?
Gamora: You guys are unbelievable. (Cuts vines.)
- Chasm
Star-Lord: Whoa. An old Nova Bomber. I haven't seen one of these since the war. I remember it used to take a dozen ships to bring one down.
Drax: A dozen ships. Or one Chitauri infiltrator.
Gamora: I'll take that one as a compliment.
Star-Lord: Still no sign of the fortress?
Rocket: Nope! We even sure this is the right way?
Drax: Yes.
- Death pit 1
Gamora: Now what's the hold up?
Drax: Fear.
Rocket: No! Just thinking someone else should cross the death pit first. Me and Groot are the merchandise.
Drax: Only one of you is the merchandise.
Rocket: Plan A and plan B, okay?
- Death pit 2
Gamora: Anyone else feeling ready to move on?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Groot says no.
- Death pit 3
Gamora: We'll be fine. Just don't look down!
Rocket: No flarking way!
- Death pit 4
(Cutscene. Rocket refuses to go. The bottom of the chasm is shown.)
Drax: Just go.
Rocket: No! You just go!
Star-Lord: Someone go!
Gamora: Don't leaders usually cross first?
Star-Lord: Not if it's dangerous. Because I need to... cover everyone.
Gamora: Right. (Goes first and shimmies across the ledge. Drax follows.)
Star-Lord: See, it's fine! Perfectly safe.
Rocket: Fine.
Drax: Do not even think of pushing me, assassin.
Gamora: There are so many better ways to kill someone.
(Rocket follows, then Groot, then Peter.)
Star-Lord: Easy does it... (Ledge behind him crumbles.) [gasps in surprise] What the flark--? (Tentacle at the bottom moves.)
Drax: Do not die here, Peter Quill. It would be unheroic.
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Groot says there's something down there.
Drax: A monster?!
Gamora: It doesn't matter.
Rocket: Of course it matters!
Gamora: It's unstable either way. Just move!
- Tentacle
Groot: I am Groot?!
Gamora: [startled grunt]
Drax: [defensive growl]
Star-Lord: Whoa!
Rocket: [surprised yelp]
Gamora: Scut!
Rocket: Yep, definitely saw the giant tentacle!
Drax: Run!
Rocket: I am running!
Gamora: Peter! Jump!
Star-Lord: (Doesn't make the jump.) Wha--? [groan]
Gamora: Peter! (Grabs him. They climb back up.)
Star-Lord: [panting] Nice catch.
Gamora: You're welcome. Don't get used to it.
Drax: Peter Quill! (Jackogel appear.) We are not alone here!
Rocket: Ugh, I got it. (Materializes blaster and aims. Slakebeast jumps down, freezes the jackogel, and starts eating.)
Star-Lord: Uh, guys? Anyone know what that is?
Drax: Yes. (Unsheathes knives.) A monster! (Runs towards it.) AAAAAAAAH! (Gets knocked over.)
- Fight
Star-Lord: I don't wanna get eaten by a squid-tiger!
Rocket: Hey, at least it can't swallow you whole!
Gamora: What do you want to be eaten by?
Drax: It is we who shall do the eating this day!
Star-Lord: That tail means business.
Gamora: Not if you cut it off!
Rocket: Well my business is BOOMING!
Drax: It is the business of murder.
Star-Lord: Is anything on this planet not trying to kill us?
Drax: We are invaders in their land.
Gamora: It's a monster-eat-monster world.
Rocket: Hey, if it eats them jelly things, it's alright by me.
Gamora: We've got the numbers.
Rocket: Not if you count all them teeth, we don't.
Star-Lord: Feel free to tell it that.
Drax: One is the only number I require.
Gamora: I knew something was stalking us.
Rocket: Fat lotta good it did us!
Star-Lord: Enjoy your "I told you so"!
Drax: It will not find us easy prey.
Drax: It is past time my blades were bloodied.
Rocket: Them jelly things weren't cutting it?
Gamora: You'll have to get in line.
Star-Lord: Don't get too close to that mouth.
Drax: Your corpse will feed the very creatures you prey upon!
Rocket: Is he sayin' he's gonna eat it?
Gamora: If we haven't killed them all already.
Star-Lord: Real circle of life stuff there, Drax.
Rocket: Down, boy!
Gamora: Who says it's a boy?
Drax: To which "boy" are you speaking?
Star-Lord: I don't think it does tricks, Rocket.
Rocket: Hey, let's just sell this thing!
Star-Lord: It doesn't seem to like that idea.
Gamora: Won't be much to sell when I'm done with it!
Drax: Lady Hellbender would not buy such a pedestrian creature.
Groot: I am Groooot.
Rocket: What?! It ain't cute!
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Well he ain't eating us.
- Fight ends
(Slakebeast flees, its tail severed.)
Drax: Cowardly beast! Finish the battle!
Rocket: Aw... Stumpy's runnin' away.
Gamora: Without its tail between its legs. (Looks at Rocket.) I say we go after it. Finish the job.
Rocket: Anyone ever tell you you're scary?
Gamora: Yes.
Star-Lord: I mean, there's obviously a way out up there. Which is exactly what we need. Plus it'll get us eyes on where we need to go.
Drax: Then it is settled. Let us scale this downed contraption!
Rocket: Yeah, okay. How do we do that?
Star-Lord: Good question...
- Giant monster
Star-Lord: (Looks over chasm.) No giant monster. All good.
(Idle banter.)
- Downed ships
Gamora: First a downed Resistance ship, now a Nova Corps one.
Star-Lord: We're two out of three on Galactic War bingo.
Gamora: Maybe this was a staging ground for the push against the Chitauri.
Rocket: Or maybe it was a bug stronghold and they were shooting these things out of the sky.
- Mummies
Rocket: You think any bodies are still in there, all mummified and stuff?
Groot: I am Groot?
Gamora: If they are in there, they wouldn't be mummified. Environment's too damp.
Rocket: There you go, bud. So maybe they are plant food.
- Run-ins
Rocket: Gotta say, I get some sick satisfaction from seeing this thing buried in the ground.
Gamora: Had a few "run-ins" with Nova Corps, Rocket?
Rocket: More like "run-froms." These things can turn on a dime. Meant for getting in close to dreadnoughts, but also makes them hard to shake when they're chasing you.
- Secret base
Rocket: What do you think made this place worth fighting over?
Gamora: Maybe it wasn't. Maybe the ships we've seen just got taken down by the storms.
Rocket: You think this place was like a secret base?
Gamora: Could be. Middle of nowhere, inhospitable surface, storms provide cover from detection. Maybe refugees fled here.
Rocket: I think I'd rather have been in the war.
- Scattered bones
Rocket: If that Bomber's full of old dead Nova, maybe we should, you know... lighten their pockets.
Gamora: By now, scavengers would have scattered the bones across the region. You'd be lucky to find a finger, let alone an intact body.
Drax: Did Thanos teach you this?
Gamora: That one, I taught myself.
- War memories
Rocket: Maybe this Hell Lady is some old war hero and she can get Nova off our backs.
Gamora: I wouldn't bring up the war.
Rocket: How come?
Drax: Those of us who took part are not eager to relive its memories.
Gamora: That.
- Rust
Gamora: This wreck is so rusted out, you can hardly see the blue.
Rocket: Long time since the war. And this place is all kinds of wet.
Gamora: Feels like yesterday. In all the worst ways.
Drax: Agreed.
- Salvage
Rocket: Surprised this thing hasn't been picked clean for salvage.
Drax: This planet is no place for carrion.
Gamora: He's got a point. Hard enough to land here, let alone scour the surface for scrap.
- Abated
Rocket: Are we sure we wanna go back up? I'm getting used to not being completely soaked.
Drax: Perhaps the storm will have abated.
Gamora: At the rate we're moving...
- Motivation
Rocket: At this rate, by the time we get there, Hellbender will have moved on from monster collecting.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Yes, I'm obviously being sarcastic. I'm just saying it shouldn't take this long to get to her.
Groot: [hums] I am Groot.
Rocket: I am being constructive! This is how I motivate!
Gamora: Well it's clearly working.
- Delay 1
Drax: Perhaps your magical mask can relieve us of this senseless searching, Peter Quill.
Star-Lord: Will you stop calling it that?
- Delay 2
Rocket: Hey, Quill. Mind giving the old girl a scan?
Gamora: I agree. Maybe part of the ship's still functional.
- Visor
Rocket: Starting to wonder if I should be the one with a fancy visor?
Gamora: I wouldn't trust a thing you said.
Drax: We agree for once. I too would prefer Peter Quill's incompetence to the rodent's lies.
- Scan reactor
Star-Lord: The reactor thing there is pretty loose.
Rocket: And pretty gunked up. Ew... Yo, Quill. Check out the upper wing strut. Looks pretty compromised to me.
- Scan cables
Star-Lord: Looks like a few cables are all that's standing between the wing and a makeshift bridge.
- Cables
- Groot
- Gamora
- Drax
- Rocket
Star-Lord: Groot, is there any way you could bring down that wing?
Gamora: I am Groot.
Rocket: Groot ain't that strong. He says you want something sharp.
Star-Lord: What's that I hear? The wing cables calling down to us? They want a date with your sword, Gamora.
Gamora: Really? I can cut those cables. I just need a way up.
Star-Lord: Drax, do you think you could help Gamora reach the cables?
Drax: I do not think the Nova-killer will allow me to throw her up there.
Gamora: Almost wishing you'd go back to harlot.
Star-Lord: Rocket, you know what I'm thinking?
Rocket: I could always throw a bomb at the wing strut...
Star-Lord: No!
Gamora: No!
Star-Lord: What's wrong with you? I was thinking Gamora could cut the cable.
- Delay 3
Gamora: Guys, the creature we fought is still out there. Are we doing something with that reactor unit?
Drax: A damaged reactor will make a poor weapon against that creature.
Rocket: Well...
Star-Lord: No explosions, Rocket.
Rocket: Boring.
- Delay 4
Rocket: [groans] What is taking so long? Are we doing something with that rusting hunk of metal or watching the weird plants grow?
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Come on, they're pretty flarkin' weird.
- Delay 5
Rocket: So... Are we gonna drop that reactor unit or what?
Drax: If you are feeling impatient, I could always throw you at it.
Rocket: Touch me and I'll shove a smart bomb up your--
Star-Lord: Okay! Okay! Reactor unit. Got it. Yeesh.
- Delay 6
Drax: When will the wing collapse so that we may exit this vexatious pit?!
Gamora: Apparently, we're waiting for nature to destroy it for us.
Rocket: You see? This is what happens when we start winging stuff. Because the wing could be a bridge... Wing it? Ya get it?
Drax: I do not.
- Reactor hint
Star-Lord: That's a pretty big reactor unit up there. And it's only hanging on by a thread. I wonder if we can pop it loose.
- Cable hint
Star-Lord: Hmm, I wonder about that wing cable. Probably too thick to just shoot, though.
- Reactor 1
- Groot
- Gamora
- Drax
- Rocket
Star-Lord: Groot, buddy, you're stretchy. Think you can reach up there and pop that unit out for us?
Gamora: I am Groot!
Rocket: Whoa! Watch your flarkin' language, man! A simple no would've done it!
Star-Lord: Gamora, you know your ships. What about that loose unit up there?
Gamora: It's covered in fungus. We probably could knock it off, but not from down here... Also, I'm not the one with a gun.
Star-Lord: Okay Drax, try to jump real high and grab onto the reactor. Maybe your weight can bring it down.
Drax: If Lady Hellbender's winds have not torn that reactor free by now, my strength will accomplish nothing.
Star-Lord: Rocket, I want your input on this. How do we reach that reactor thing up on the wing?
Rocket: I'm half your height, Quill. What am I gonna do?
- Shoot reactor 1
Gamora: If you want to shoot that thing down, you're gonna need a better angle.
Drax: She is right. Your shooting is terrible.
Star-Lord: My shooting is not terrible.
Drax: Then why is your target not falling?
Star-Lord: Need a better angle, apparently.
- Shoot reactor 2
Rocket: Ain't gonna work, Quill. Thing's all gunked up at the very top there. Your trajectory's all off.
Star-Lord: Okay, so how do I fix my trajectory?
Rocket: Gotta get up higher somehow.
Drax: Is climbing not your area of expertise, assassin?
Gamora: Sure. Just find me somewhere to climb.
- Craggy wall
Star-Lord: Gamora, how high up this thing can you climb?
Gamora: Let's find out.
Drax: Are you relishing this moment, assassin?
Gamora: What moment?
Drax: Visiting the grave of your enemies.
Gamora: Nova Corps weren't my enemies, Drax. They were my father's enemies.
- Climb 1
Star-Lord: I got eyes on this gunked up reactor. A couple of shots should bring it down.
Get atop the wrecked ship[]
- Dislodge reactor
Star-Lord: Alright! Pretty sure that baby's our ticket upward. Somehow.
Drax: It is neither a baby nor a ticket. It is a reactor.
- Climb 2
(Climbs ship again.)
Rocket: We already got the reactor down, Quill. Don't think there's much else you can do up there.
Drax: I thought our objective was to climb the ship? That is what Peter Quill is doing.
Star-Lord: You're both right. But if we're gonna get all the way up to the top of this thing, we'll need a different way.
- Find workbench
Star-Lord: Huh. Looks like there's one of those vintage workbench things back here.
Rocket: Wouldn't surprise me. Maybe someone was trying to fix up the old bomber?
- Use workbench
Star-Lord: OK, Rocket, let's see if this thing still works.
Rocket: Yeah, alright. Just better not get jumped by any monsters.
- After using workbench
Star-Lord: So... where are we?
Drax: Waiting for you so that we can scale this contraption.
Star-Lord: Ah, right.
- Reactor 2
- Groot
- Gamora
- Drax
- Rocket
Star-Lord: Groot, any suggestions?
Groot: [grunt] I am Groot?
Rocket: He says we should use it to upgrade the Milano. Which is a terrible idea. It clearly ain't compatible!
Star-Lord: Gamora, can you use that reactor to get up the ship?
Gamora: Not when it's over there.
Star-Lord: Drax, moving that thing around ain't a problem, right?
Drax: It is not. Just like the mighty Lady Hellbender, I am exceptionally muscular.
Rocket: We got it, Drax.
Star-Lord: Anything you can do with a busted reactor unit, Rocket?
Rocket: Oh yeah, tons of stuff! Just not move it.
- Select spot
Star-Lord: Probably here.
Drax: [struggling] This unit is tremendously heavy.
Rocket: I thought you were exceptionally muscular.
Drax: Yes. [struggling] This is why I can easily carry this great weight... easily.
Rocket: Do you even know where to put it?
Drax: I have merely followed our leader's directions.
- Detour
Star-Lord: Perfect! Thanks Drax!
Drax: What purpose does it serve over here?
Star-Lord: You'll see, you'll see. Just be patient.
Drax: I see, I see.
Rocket: Don't take too long! We got a castle to get to!
Drax: Fortress.
- Girlfriend
Rocket: Hey, Quill! Did you find a new girlfriend under a bush or something?
Star-Lord: Ha ha.
Drax: I hope she is beautiful.
Rocket: Yeah. And also not a cop this time.
- Edge
Star-Lord: I wonder if I can get down there...
Gamora: Peter! Try jumping!
Star-Lord: Here goes nothing! (Lands.) Wooh! That was fun.
Drax: Did he perish?
Rocket: Hey Quill! You dead?
Star-Lord: No! Wow! I'm alive!
- Stuck 1
Drax: Are you in need of assistance, Peter Quill?
Star-Lord: It's alright. I'll figure it out.
- Stuck 2
Rocket: Hey, you think he's stuck?
Drax: Perhaps...
Star-Lord: Oh come on!
- Chitauri Sear-Cuffs
Star-Lord: Oof, never thought I'd see a pair of these again...
- Wall
- Groot
- Gamora
- Drax
- Rocket
Star-Lord: Groot! Think you can pull me out of here?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: He's afraid he'll get whacked by a big tentacle.
Star-Lord: What? Oh, the monster thing from earlier... yeah, I get it.
Star-Lord: Hey Gamora, could you pull me over? What if you wedge your sword in the crack?
Gamora: Are you sure about that?
Star-Lord: Look, I know, I know, "don't get used to it," but I really need you.
Rocket: What are they doing out there?
Star-Lord: (Selects spot.) Ooh, right here. Wedge it in.
Gamora: Alright. Is this good?
Star-Lord: Yeah, amazing!
Groot: I am Groot...
Star-Lord: Drax, you still out there?
Drax: Uh, indeed!
Star-Lord: Anything you can do? Like climb down that craggy wall?
(If Rocket was not thrown.)
Drax: And what then? Would you allow me to launch you over the cliff? You frowned upon launching the rodent!
Rocket: He still frowns on that!
Star-Lord: Come on!
Drax: Ask the assassin.
(If Rocket was thrown.)
Drax: Only if you allow me to throw you like I threw the rodent.
Star-Lord: No... No, it's okay.
Star-Lord: Rocket, do you think--
Rocket: Is it about hacking something, or stealing something...
Gamora: ...or bombing something?
Star-Lord: No!
Rocket: Then don't ask!
- Return
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Yeah, any sign of the giant thing in the ravine?
Star-Lord: Oh yeah, we made a deal. He can eat Groot first!
Groot: I am Groot!
Star-Lord: Just messing with you, bud.
Gamora: Can we get to the top of the ship now?
Reach Lady Hellbender's fortress 2[]
- Advance
(After placing reactor under it.)
Gamora: This brings back memories. (Jumps. Cuts cable, which releases the wing to serve as a bridge.)
Drax: Hmmm... impressive.
Rocket: See, that was easy! Great teamwork, everyone!
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: I helped in spirit!
Star-Lord: Alright! Slippery, wind-pummeled treetops, here we come!
Rocket: You know, I really admire our team's commitment to safety.
Drax: Ha! We are not committed to safety.
Star-Lord: What? We're safe-ish.
Drax: One thing is clear: We would never have accomplished this task without the assassin.
Rocket: Did Drax just praise Gamora?
Drax: I am giving credit where credit is due.
Star-Lord: Took you long enough. We all know Gamora's super cool and super valuable.
Drax: And she has not yet tried to kill us.
Rocket: How come you never give me credit for anything?
Gamora: Like he said, he gives credit where credit is due.
- Treetop
Drax: There it is! Lady Hellbender's fortress!
Star-Lord: It's gotten bigger, that's for sure!
Drax: Ha! It is not getting bigger! We are getting closer!
Star-Lord: Thanks, Drax!
- Backtrack
Gamora: Everything ok, Peter?
Star-Lord: Just checking something!
Rocket: What's he doing back there?
Drax: Probably checking our rear!
Rocket: Nobody's checking your rear on purpose!
Groot: I am... Groot!
Rocket: Ugh, gross! Why would you admit that?!
- Detour
Rocket: What's Captain Distracted up to now?!
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: If he calls us over, I'm done. (Mocking.) Whoa, whoa, whoa! Guys! There's this totally sweet pile of crap on the ground! It's so interesting, let's all stick our fingers in it!
Star-Lord: I can hear you downwind!
Rocket: I can hear you downwind! Come on, guys! We're a team, let's all work together. Blah, blah, blah!
(Idle banter.)
- Hot spot
Rocket: Man, never realized Seknarf was such a hot spot for the war.
Gamora: Everywhere was a hot spot for the war.
Rocket: OK, yeah, but still seems like a pretty random swamphole to be fighting over. Got no strategic importance whatsoever.
Gamora: Sometimes you fight for something. Sometimes you just happen to fight above it.
Drax: Seknarf has mythical significance. It is the home of a Queen.
- Storm
Gamora: Well, at least the storm's not quite as bad as it was.
Drax: Lady Hellbender's anger dwindles in the face of our resolve!
Rocket: Still seems plenty angry to me.
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: What bright side? Less wet is still wet.
- Chitauri ship
Gamora: Looks like there's a way down here!
Rocket: Quill, you gotta see this ship!
Drax: Behold, Lady Hellbender's wrath. Even the Chitauri feared her.
Gamora: They didn't fear many back then.
- Delay
Gamora: So, is this another one of Peter's "leaders don't go first" situations?
Rocket: Really seems like he should be going first.
Gamora: Yep.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: I don't care if he's ignoring us! I ain't going until he goes.
- Sinking in jelly
Star-Lord: (Slides.) Okay, here we go! (Falls into pool of red gelatinous subtance. Covered up to knees.) Ugh, slimy. (Stuck.) Erm, guys? You might want to wait to come down here.
(Groot, Drax, and Rocket land in front of him, and get stuck.)
Rocket: Ugh! Why the flark is this so deep!? (They all start to sink.)
Gamora: (Lands in the solid ground in front of them.) In a jam, boys?
Star-Lord: [grunt] You think?
Gamora: (Unsheathes sword. Holds out handle to Drax.) Son of a schma'ag. Reach!
Drax: The sword will not work, woman. Find us a rope.
Star-Lord: Yeah. And fast!
Gamora: Where am I supposed to find a rope?
Star-Lord: I dunno--I'm sinking in jelly here!
Rocket: Quill! Do something!
Gamora: Flark flark flark flark.
Star-Lord: Like what!?
Rocket: (Up to neck in jelly.) [whimper] Quill...
Star-Lord: (Up to waist.) [effort grunts] (Hands and Element Guns shine.)
Rocket: [whining]
(Peter shoots ice-ammo into the pool. It freezes in its entirety.)
Gamora: What did you just do?
Drax: (Up to shoulders.) Sorcery.
Rocket: (Only face, ears, and goggles are free.) So... cold.
Star-Lord: Rocket! Somebody get him out of there.
Groot: (Up to neck.) I! Am! Groot! (With effort, raises arms. Breaks the frozen pool upwards. Picks up Rocket and leaves. Gamora goes to Peter. Cracking sounds makes them, and Drax, move to safety. Guns return to default setting.)
Gamora: Mind telling us what happened?
Star-Lord: I don't know. My blasters they... They've only done that once before, when I was a kid. I don't do it on purpose.
Rocket: Classic Spartoi tech! Just when you think you've seen it all, it pulls scut like this. [struggle]
Star-Lord: (Raises guns over head.) Would you--Leave the guns alone.
Rocket: Just--just let me--Quill, I just wanna see how they tick. Otherwise, they might as well be magic.
Drax: Or sorcery.
Gamora: Guys. Quiet.
Rocket: (Mumbles.) Or DNA-coded neural links coupled with some kind of morphing nano-alloys.
Drax: Or sorcery.
Gamora: Here we go again.
- Fight
Star-Lord: Hah! Instant ice cube! That's fun!
Rocket: We're so happy for you and your guns, Quill.
Star-Lord: Okay, these guns kick so much ass.
Drax: They are not restricted to the posterior.
Gamora: I'll stick with a blade, thanks.
Rocket: Mine's bigger!
Star-Lord: Out of the frying pan and into the fire. / I got ninety-nine problems, but this goo ain't one.
Drax: Neither of those statements are accurate.
Rocket: At least we ain't drowning in a lake of jelly.
Gamora: Suddenly the storms don't seem so bad. / One problem at a time.
Star-Lord: Time to put these guys on ice. / These things need to cool off. Get it?
Drax: Are you implying they are too hot?
Gamora: We get it, now get freezing!
Rocket: Cold as the grave. / Quit flappin' your gums and shoot!
Star-Lord: So these things come in different flavors? / These things are like hospital food.
Gamora: Good. My blade is hungry.
Drax: I do not recommend consuming them. / No doubt they taste horrible.
Rocket: I like the ones that go BOOM!
Gamora: We need to cut them down. / Don't let them get too close.
Rocket: Why do you think I got bombs?!
Drax: You do not command me, assassin.
Star-Lord: Says the lady with the sword. / Working on it!
Gamora: There's a whole herd of them. / Just what we needed: another species of these things.
Drax: They will perish just as the others did.
Rocket: Think they're born in that slime puddle? / Happy to wipe them off the planet.
Star-Lord: The more the merrier, right?
Gamora: This place is a death pit. / We're dead if those orange ones get too close.
Star-Lord: Then let's not stick around.
Drax: The challenge is invigorating! / It is they who shall die.
Rocket: Well I plan on staying alive.
Drax: Their chitinous interiors are satisfying to crack. / The explosive cores are exhilirating!
Rocket: So long as it don't blow in your face!
Star-Lord: Beats melting jelly.
Gamora: What about slicing through the jelly? / Glad you're having fun.
Drax: Behold our conquest, Lady Hellbender! / Do your worst, Lady Hellbender!
Rocket: She can't hear you, stones-for-brains.
Gamora: I suppose she controls the monsters now too?
Star-Lord: Let's not gloat just yet. / She's gonna need more monsters by the time we're done!
Drax: Did we fall into the source of the gelatinous creatures? / Do you suppose that puddle was their brethren?
Rocket: Sure smells the same. / One of them, anyway.
Gamora: Why do you think I avoided it?
Star-Lord: Ugh, come on: I'm still covered in the stuff.
Rocket: You think I could weaponize those cores? / I'll bet those exploding ones could be weaponized.
Drax: I have no intention of leaving one alive. / They are unsuited to close-quarters combat.
Gamora: Shoot now, invent later.
Star-Lord: They are weaponized: against us.
Rocket: Let's not fall in any more goo puddles. / Can't believe we almost drowned in goop.
Gamora: Maybe watch where you slide next time. / Speak for yourself.
Drax: I have nearly perished in worse ways.
Star-Lord: I prefer my jelly on toast.
Rocket: You got some luck, Quill. / How come my guns can't do that?
Star-Lord: My mom always said I was special. / Ha! Jealous?
Drax: Do not complain, rodent.
Gamora: Peter gets all the best toys!
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Yeah, I guess I owe Quill one. One.
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Don't worry, I ain't fallin' for that again.
Groot: I... am Groot.
Rocket: Groot says these things are a pain to tie down.
Climb the wreckage[]
- Fight ends
Gamora: We're close, but we're gonna need to get up there.
Star-Lord: I'm thinking we can climb up and over.
Rocket: Ding, ding, ding! Give that man a gold star!
Star-Lord: Let's figure out how to make it climbable.
Drax: Stars are made of hydrogen, not gold. That would be a planetoid.
(Idle banter.)
- Guns 1
Rocket: Come on, Quill, lemme get a look at them guns.
Star-Lord: No. You're not tinkering with my only means of defense.
Rocket: Fine. I'll swipe them next time you're asleep.
Star-Lord: Then I'll be sleeping with them under my pillow.
Rocket: Good. Now I know where to find them.
- Guns 2
Rocket: Still can't get over Quill's crazy friggin' guns.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: No, I'm not jealous! I'm just saying that if anyone on this team should have crazy friggin' guns, it's me.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: I'm not jealous!
- Guns 3
Rocket: So... any bets on what else Quill's guns can do? I mean there's no telling with all that sneaky Spartoi tech, right?
Gamora: Get over the guns.
Rocket: What do you mean get over the guns?! They got bolt pulsars and a cryo compressor! (Scoffs.) Get over the guns.
- Kills 1
Drax: For the record, I killed 4675 Chitauri during the war.
Gamora: You counted?
Drax: It is an estimate.
Gamora: Okay, well, all I'm saying is that while you were killing grunts, I was taking down the ones giving the orders. Ever hear of Grullox?
Rocket: No... Really?
Drax: Who is this Grullox? Why does this matter?
Rocket: Don't matter much to me. But there's about a million Sivians who owe their lives to this sneaky lady.
Gamora: No one owes me anything. Killing him was too much fun.
- Kills 2
Rocket: You know, when it comes to taking out Chitauri, Drax has a couple of big notches on his belt too. I heard he took out Warbringer.
Gamora: Warbringer isn't dead.
Rocket: You sure?
Gamora: Very sure.
Rocket: Who was the freaky one you killed, Drax?
Drax: I do not concern myself with what the Chitauri scum called one another.
- Ships
Gamora: If I never see another one of these ships again, it'll be too soon.
Drax: On that alone, we are agreed.
- Cannon hints 1
Rocket:
(Hint 1.) Wonder if we can get anything to pop out of the side of that wreck.
(Hint 2.) Quill, check if that sucker's got any cannons we can use.
(Hint 3.) Just scan the ship already!
- Scan cannon cartridge
Star-Lord: Barely any power... maybe we can muscle those cannons out?
Gamora: It would give us some steps to climb. Worth a shot.
- Scan access point
Star-Lord: There's a little hole there. Might be able to work something loose from the inside.
- Access point 1
Star-Lord: Rocket, you could fit through that hole. Maybe hack something from the inside to make us steps?
Rocket: How am I supposed to even get up there?
- Lower cannon 1
- Groot
- Gamora
- Drax
- Rocket
Star-Lord: Groot, can you get that cannon out?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: You trying to rip his limbs off, Quill? Drax. Pull that thing.
Drax: Very well.
Star-Lord: Hey Gamora, can you dig out that cannon?
Gamora: If you want to wait a few rotations.
Drax: I shall extract the cannon.
Star-Lord: Drax, think you can drag this cannon out?
Drax: I will try.
Star-Lord: Rocket, can you extend that cannon?
Rocket: With my brute animal strength? No.
- Pulling 1
Drax: It is... more stubborn than expected! Bah! Impossible! It will not stay in place!
Rocket: You couldn't just hold it for a while longer?
Drax: You try holding it for a while longer.
- Cannon hints 2
(Hint 1.) Gamora: We've gotta find a way to lock it in place. → Drax: Obviously.
(Hint 2.) Drax: Peter Quill, use your weapons of sorcery, perhaps it would help?
(Hint 3.) Groot: I am Groot? → Rocket: No, I can't do scut from outside the ship. This one's on Quill.
- Pulling 2
Star-Lord: Drax, can you try again?
Drax: Why? It does not stay!
Star-Lord: I'm working it out. Trust me.
Drax: I... cannot... hold it... forever! [struggle grunts] Rah! Why will you not yield?!
Rocket: Cause it's attached to a recoil-y thing.
Gamora: You're sure that's the term for it?
Rocket: Yes.
- Pulling 3
Drax: Succumb to me... fiendish... machine! Gah! I have been bested, Peter Quill.
Gamora: There's got to be something we can do to help.
- Pulling 4
Drax: It... resists my... glorious... Ragh! Again, it defies us!
- Freeze mechanism
Star-Lord: That did it!
Drax: Impressive, Peter Quill.
Star-Lord: Now we gotta get the next one out.
- Higher cannon
- Groot
- Gamora
- Drax
- Rocket
Star-Lord: Groot, any way you can bring that one down with vines or something?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: He says his vines ain't strong enough to move them things.
Star-Lord: Gamora, can you reach that cannon?
Gamora: I can, but I won't be able to get it out, if that's what you want.
Star-Lord: Drax, can you drag out that higher cannon?
Drax: Impossible. It is too far from the ground.
Star-Lord: Rocket, any ideas on getting that top one out?
Rocket: Not from this angle, no.
- Access point 2
- Groot
- Gamora
- Drax
- Rocket
Star-Lord: Groot, can you reach in there or something?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: What do you mean I should do it?
Star-Lord: Gamora, think you can squeeze into that tiny space?
Gamora: I have wide shoulders. If only we had somebody soft and tiny on the team.
Rocket: Too bad we don't.
Star-Lord: Drax could you, uh...
Drax: Send the abomination. It enjoys scrounging through refuse.
Rocket: Flark you.
Star-Lord: Rocket, I need you to squeeze inside that little hole and try to knock the gun loose from the inside.
Rocket: Hello?! Chitauri ship. Full of booby-traps and death mechanisms.
Star-Lord: But you love both those things.
Rocket: Ugh. You're right. I do. And I always wanted to see the inside of one of these bug bombers. Fine. (Enters.) Ugh. What reeks in here? That's... Oh scut! Gah!
- Choose Rocket cont.
Star-Lord: You okay in there, Rocket?
Rocket: I found the crew! I guess not even the worms wanna eat dead Chitauri meat.
Star-Lord: Rocket...
Rocket: Relax! Just gonna reroute the little bit of remaining power to the cannon and... Nothing. You know what? Flark it. I'm blowing it up.
Star-Lord: What?! Hang on! Think about all the booby traps and-- (Ship trembles. Cannon extends, then contracts.)
Gamora: Hah! Look at it go! He must have jump-started the thing.
Star-Lord: Rocket? You okay?
Rocket: [coughs] Oof! Yeah. And dry now, too!
- Freeze mechanism 2
Star-Lord: There. Now we have our way up.
- Cables
- Groot
- Gamora
- Drax
- Rocket
Star-Lord: Groot, you're up!
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: He ain't doing it.
Star-Lord: Gamora, can you clear us a path through that junk?
Gamora: Sure.
Drax: Yes, Peter Quill! Onward to the palace of the great giantess!
Gamora: Oh, so she's a giantess now?
Drax: It is said that Lady Hellbender stands fifty heads tall.
Rocket: Doesn't tell you much. Depends whose head. Ever met a Rigellian?
Drax: Yes. Their heads are ridiculous.
Star-Lord: Drax?
Drax: I will not.
Star-Lord: Rocket, buddy.
Rocket: Nope.
- Backtrack
Drax: Cease your stalling, Peter Quill. The fortress is this way.
Rocket: Yeah, Quill.
Drax: You waste our time by lollygagging.
Gamora: No lollygagging, Peter. You heard the man.
Star-Lord: I'm just exploring! Geez.
Cross the ravine[]
- Spot tentacle 1
Star-Lord: Aw, man! Another murder-tentacle?
Gamora: Careful. It might be playing dead.
- Spot tentacle 2
Drax: Why does it not attack? Perhaps it is dead.
Gamora: Poke it and find out.
Drax: Very w--
Rocket: Hang on. What if it's sleeping? We don't wanna wake it up.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Yeah. Must be a whole lot of hideous on the other end of that thing.
- Approach/shoot tentacle
Star-Lord: Woah!
Gamora: That is not a happy monster.
Rocket: Well... at least it left.
Drax: Back to its brood mother... Lady Hellbender.
Gamora: Ugh.
Star-Lord: Yeah... I doubt it, Drax.
- Gaps
Rocket: I'm glad we know where we're going, but this road's got more holes than a Disradian tree!
Drax: There wouldn't be so many gaps to cross if the bridges were extended.
Gamora: We would be fine if we came in from the right side.
- Approach shelter sculpture
Star-Lord: Hey, you think they look like a bunch of tiny Rockets trying to get out of the rain?
Groot: I am Groot.
- Talk to Groot
Star-Lord: You're a cool dude, Groot.
Groot: I am Groot.
Star-Lord: Hey, since we got a sec...
- Chose Groot
- Chose Rocket
Star-Lord: I know you volunteered for this, but I want you to understand, I don't really think you're a monster.
Groot: I am Groot!
Star-Lord: I mean you're super tall and intimidating, and I think that's why this is gonna work, but I think you look frickin' awesome.
Groot: I am Groot?
Star-Lord: I guess the rest of us must look pretty weird to you, huh?
Groot: [laughs] I am Groot.
Star-Lord: That better not have been a comment about my hair.
Star-Lord: You've known Rocket way longer than I have.
Groot: I am Groot.
Star-Lord: You know he can be kinda... unpredictable. Temperamental, even. Feisty.
Groot: I am Groot.
Star-Lord: What I'm asking is... is he gonna be able to go through with this?
Groot: I am Groot.
Star-Lord: That sounded like a yes. Good. Thanks, man.
- Return
Gamora: Where did you guys go?
Star-Lord: Uh. Employee evaluation.
Gamora: Did you pass?
Star-Lord: That's confidential.
- Detour
Drax: The fortress is this way, Peter Quill.
Star-Lord: I know. I'm just doing some exploring.
Rocket: Ain't we done enough of that already?
Gamora: I'm pretty sure "exploring" is code. It means he went the wrong way, but is too stubborn to admit it.
Rocket: In that case, Quill's the greatest explorer I ever met.
- Freeze geyser
Gamora: Everything OK, Peter?
Star-Lord: Yeah! Just, you know, turning water into ice.
Rocket: Pfft. Show off!
- Saucer
Star-Lord: I think I can see my house from here!
Gamora: What are you doing up there?
Star-Lord: Scout-type stuff. Scouting. Looks like we uh... need to keep going towards the fortress and not away from it.
Gamora: Excellent work, Peter.
(Idle banter.)
- Muscles
Rocket: I don't get the Lady H appeal. She's a glorified zookeeper for the worst planet in the galaxy.
Gamora: She's just another crime lord.
Drax: She is much more than that. She fits many of the Katathian ideals.
Rocket: Let me guess. Muscles, monsters, monsters with muscles...
Gamora: We don't even know what she looks like.
Drax: They say that her musculature is flawless.
Rocket: Ya see?
- Buttocks
Rocket: Drax, could you move a bit to the right?
Drax: Why?
Rocket: Your big butt's a nice windshield.
Drax: You may shelter yourself behind my buttocks.
Rocket: Thanks!
- Clean
Drax: What are you doing, wench? Why are you touching me?
Gamora: You had some jelly on your pants.
Rocket: I don't see you cleaning me off!
Gamora: Okay, I am not touching that fur.
Rocket: Why! I'm clean. We use the same shampoo.
Gamora: I wash my hair with plain soap.
Rocket: Wait, so whose shampoo is it, then? Oh no.
- Augmented intelligence
Rocket: You know, you guys should take my ideas more seriously. I do have augmented intelligence.
Drax: What is 55,787,880 divided by 9,512?
Rocket: 5,863! Give or take. I got a glitchy calculator chip that's always off by two.
Drax: What is four plus two!?
Rocket: Four!
Drax: [laugh] What is two plus four?
Rocket: Eight!
Drax: [booming laugh]
Gamora: And he's our engineer!?
- Firearms
Drax: I used to believe the rodent had the most impressive firearm in our group. I have changed my mind.
Rocket: Quill's ice cube machines?
Drax: They are versatile.
Rocket: Maybe. But my sweet death cannon's still got 17,000 different murder configurations.
Drax: Ah. Such as?
Rocket: Just to name a few... You got kill. Kill big. Kill fast. Kill wide. Kill long. Crowd kill. Oh! Kill messy. Kill clean, too, but you know, I haven't tried that one yet.
- Magic
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: He wants to know how Quill's guns can just make ice out of nothing.
Gamora: You don't have a clue, do you?
Rocket: He won't let me take them apart to find out. I'm gonna say crystals. No, no, no. Scratch that. Tiny dimensional rifts. But how would you--
Drax: Perhaps it is magic.
Rocket: It's not magic!
- Soil
Groot: [inhales] I am Groot.
Rocket: We'll take your word for it, bud.
Gamora: Take his word for what?
Rocket: He says the soil here is like... supercharged with plant nutrients. He's getting a little bit of a buzz just walking on it.
Groot: I am Groot.
- Bruising
Rocket: I sure hope that butt-less beast ain't running back to mommy to tell on us. Should've aimed for its head, Gamora.
Gamora: At least I took an appendage. What did you do?
Rocket: That thing is like... seriously bruised. In fact, it wouldn't surprise me if it just keeled over and died somewhere in the jungle after all the damage I caused.
Gamora: You think it died of excessive bruising?
Drax: I bruised it as well.
- Respect
Drax: In many ways, this planet reminds me of my home world.
Rocket: That bad, huh?
Drax: Katath is not a place for the weak. Her punishing weather and lethal predators force every Katathian to fight for survival.
Gamora: That's why you respect Lady Hellbender so much. She survived a place like this.
Drax: And conquered it.
- Hunters
Gamora: I wonder if there's a common monster hunter uniform. Are they organized? Or maybe even just a style.
Drax: They would adorn themselves with the fangs and teeth of their prey.
Gamora: Yeah, I'm not pulling that off. Although I do like skulls.
Drax: Their garments would be full of holes. Shredded by the beasts that they hunt.
Rocket: Quill has that one covered already.
- Frostbite
Gamora: Rocket, do we have a frostbite kit on the Milano?
Rocket: Worried about Quill misfiring his new toy?
Drax: It would not be the first time.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Yeah, Groot still has a knothole where Quill shot him. Said he was practicing Clem Greasewood.
Drax: Clint Greasewood.
- Acting
Gamora: Shouldn't we at least have a leash for our monster? There's usually some acting involved in this kind of infiltration.
Drax: Lady Hellbender is an astute buyer. Either she will want what we are selling, or she will not.
Rocket: I'm with Gamora on this one. Looking the part is half the battle.
- Demeanor
Gamora: Do we know anything about Lady Hellbender's demeanor?
Drax: It is said that she--
Gamora: Anybody but Drax?
Rocket: I just heard that she's fair, but terrifying. Make of that what you will.
Gamora: It suggests we have some room to haggle, unless she decides to kill us.
- Bridge
Star-Lord: Come on! Why's the bridge always on the wrong side?
- Threw Rocket
- Didn't throw Rocket
Drax: I could throw--
Rocket: Touch me again and I paint these cliffs green.
Star-Lord: Okay! Okay! No throwing, and no shooting. There's gotta be another way across. We'll just look around.
Drax: This time, I insist we hurl the foul beast! (Grabs Rocket and lifts him from the ground.)
Rocket: And I insist we push "Muscles" over the side of the cliff.
Drax: To what end?
Rocket: Yours! (Wiggles.) [struggle growls] You are DEAD! DEAD! No! [struggle grunts]
- Throw Rocket 2
- Stop Drax again
- Encourage Drax
Star-Lord: How many times do I have to say it? We're not throwing Rocket!
Drax: Ridiculous. You are holding us back to spare the beast's feelings. When has he done the same for us?
Star-Lord: Put him down!
Drax: (Releases Rocket.) Let this be a lesson to you, rodent.
Rocket: Oh, I'll show you what a lesson looks like. (Puts some distance between him and Drax, readying himself.)
Star-Lord: Knock it off, guys, we're supposed to be professionals. We're better than this!
Rocket: I'm not!
Drax: Letting a measly Chitauri installation stop our progress is unprofessional.
Star-Lord: Then stop wasting time arguing. We'll find another way across.
Star-Lord: [chuckles] It'll be fine, just curl up in a ball!
Rocket: What?!
Star-Lord: Drax... throw him!
Drax: Very well.
Rocket: No! Wait! Wait!
Drax: (Hurls Rocket across the chasm.)
Gamora: Peter.
Star-Lord: It's okay. He'll land on his feet.
Rocket: [screams] (Lands on his face. «Rocket is shocked by your betrayal» appears.)
Star-Lord: Oh... Uh. I guess that only applies to cats.
Rocket: You sons of chogs! Scutbustin' aftbladders!
Drax: I am not familiar with these words.
Rocket: Filthy grudscum! Badoon-face scutplugs!
Gamora: I think he's making them up. He's really pissed.
Rocket: You can rot, you freebaggin' flarkholes!
Gamora: At least he's not shooting at us.
Rocket: (Shoots at them.)
Gamora: He missed on purpose, right?
Drax: Order the beast to do its job!
Star-Lord: Rocket! Come on, man!
Rocket: Cram it, d'astface!
Star-Lord: Fix the bridge and we'll raise your cut by five percent!
Rocket: ...I want ten!
Star-Lord: Okay! Deal! (Quieter.) We'll take it out of Groot's cut. He doesn't understand money anyway.
Groot: I am Groot?
(Bridge extends over the chasm.)
(After not throwing Rocket.)
- Speculation
Drax: Lady Hellbender--
Rocket: Let me guess. She would have laid over the ravine and let us walk across on her back?
Drax: I was going to explain that she would have thrown the woodland creature without hesitation. But your speculation is also conceivable.
- Context
Gamora: If we can't get across it, maybe we can go around it.
Star-Lord: Looking for cracks, caves, or crevices, people.
Gamora: I feel like I've heard you say that before, but in a different context.
- Passage
Star-Lord: Guys, I've got something here... It's deep. This looks promising.
Drax: There is little room to maneuver if something should attack.
Star-Lord: We're not gonna be here long.
Gamora: Anybody see a way through?
Star-Lord: We'll make one if we have to.
- Approach wall 1
Gamora: [groan] Anybody else smell that? It really stinks back here.
Drax: Yes. It smells putrid. [groan]
Gamora: Where's it coming from?
Rocket: What the flark?! [groan] Not talking. Not even breathing.
- Approach wall 2
Gamora: I think the smell's coming from that wall here. There's gotta be something behind it.
- Spot weakness
Star-Lord: Yup. Definitely something gross behind here...
- Heavy object
Star-Lord: (Choose Drax.) Drax! Can you chuck that through the stink-wall?
Drax: I fear I will regret this. (Breaks wall.)
Star-Lord: [gags]
Drax: That is... disturbingly fragrant! After you.
Star-Lord: [groan] It smells like that time Groot threw up.
Groot: I am Groot!
- Crevice
Star-Lord: [painful retching]
Drax: I am clenching every orifice right now.
(After throwing Rocket.)
- Passage
Star-Lord: Guys, I've got something here... It's deep.
Rocket: Um, hello?! The bridge is over here!
Star-Lord: I just wanna see where this goes!
Rocket: Just so you know, this don't change our deal none. Ten percent!
- Heavy object
Star-Lord: (Choose Drax.) Drax! Can you chuck that through the stink-wall?
Drax: I fear I will regret this. (Breaks wall.)
Star-Lord: [gags]
Drax: That is... disturbingly fragrant! After you.
Star-Lord: [groan] It smells like that time Groot threw up.
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Why are we doing this?! Perfectly good bridge back there, people!
Get over the cliffs[]
- Spot cage
Star-Lord: Okay, that's kinda weird. Hello? Anybody? (Approaches cage. It moves suddenly, noisily.) Woah! [laughs nervously] Okay. That got my blood pumping.
Drax: Why would Lady Hellbender cage this creature?
Rocket: Uh, 'cause it's annoying as scut?
Drax: Perhaps it is food.
Rocket: That thing's food?
Drax: Yes. Monster food.
Rocket: I wonder what it tastes like.
Groot: I am Groot.
Gamora: (Whispers.) Peter, we can use this.
Rocket: Ew! Why would it taste like that?
Groot: [shrugs]
Rocket: You know, we really gotta work on your taste buds.
Star-Lord: (Whispers.) Monster food?
Gamora: (Whispers.) The cage. We need the cage.
Rocket: Get it? Taste bu--
Gamora: (Whispers.) We go into that fortress with our... with our "monster" walking peacefully beside us, we'll be laughed right out of the room.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Any bites?
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Wait, you're petting it? Groot, don't pet the tentacle thing!
Drax: (Approaches. Whispers.) Why are you whispering?
Star-Lord: (Low voice.) Gamora thinks we can sell our monster act better if we have a proper cage.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Because it's covered in teeth is why!
Star-Lord: (Low voice.) Only problem is, there's a pissed-off monster inside.
Rocket: Oh, do not look at me that way. That thing's got bigger ones than mine.
Drax: Release the beast, let me dispose of it.
Rocket: And more of them!
Star-Lord: Because that worked so well for you last time.
Gamora: We need a better plan of attack.
Star-Lord: Yes. Ideally one that guarantees my safety as leader.
(They all hear a roar. Groot turns and accidentally presses a button, opening the cage. A Slakebeast comes out, then "Stumpy" meets with it.)
Rocket: Scut... Stumpy's back!
- Fight
Star-Lord: We really pissed off Stumpy, didn't we? / I can't believe these things hold a grudge!
Rocket: This ain't our first grudge match! / We're always pissin' somebody off!
Drax: The assassin dishonored these beasts! / Let us meet rage with rage! [roar]
Gamora: He started a fight he won't finish! / Stumpy attacked us first!
Star-Lord: Somebody tell them we're just passing through! / Think it's too late to apologize?
Rocket: Sorry, don't speak squid-mutt! / Don't think they're gonna listen, Quill!
Drax: They smell blood! They will not listen! / The time for diplomacy has passed!
Gamora: I don't think they'll negotiate with food! / You're just gonna make them angrier!
Star-Lord: Think they're trying to get the cage back? / Geez! We only wanted the cage!
Drax: This is our cage now, stupid animals! / It was not even their cage!
Rocket: Maybe it's got some kinda sentimental value? / Finders keepers, squid-lips!
Gamora: How about a little gratitude for the freedom, huh? / I think they're after the meat carrying the cage!
Star-Lord: Keep moving! These things are fast! / Watch out, these things can really move!
Gamora: Fast, but predictable! / Not fast enough!
Drax: They are also incredibly strong! / Bah! I can catch fish with my bare hands!
Rocket: Spray and pray... the answer to every question! / I'm just gonna waste 'em while they're chasing you!
Gamora: These things are skilled hunters! Don't get flanked! / It's toying with us! Trying to wear us down.
Rocket: I ain't getting tricked by no stupid animal! / Their natural instincts ain't nothing against superior technology!
Drax: I will not be hunted! / I shall not be prey, monster!
Star-Lord: Bad dog! Bad dog! / Already missing the jiggle jellies!
Gamora: Peter, can your ice get through that hide? / You can ice 'em up, Peter!
Drax: Perhaps they are susceptible to your magic! / Yes! Let us see your wizardry!
Star-Lord: Give 'em a taste of their own medicine? / Might sting more than blasters!
Rocket: Stop giving him excuses to show off! / Yeah, just feed his ego!
Gamora: You'd think cutting their tails off would warn them to stay away! / These things want me to start a tail collection!
Rocket: Maybe start takin' heads instead of tails! / You're choppin' off the wrong end!
Star-Lord: Feel free to keep on chopping! / Think you can get their claws too?
Drax: Now they seek to claim our appendages! / They're honored to man's retribution!
Drax: I will mount your head in my quarters! / I will fashion pants from your carcass!
Star-Lord: We're not bringing back leftovers! / No carcasses on my ship!
Gamora: Doesn't your room already stink enough? / Make sure you include the squid bits!
Rocket: We don't need no souvenirs! / You are so gross!
Drax: These beasts are exceptional, just like their monster queen! / These creatures are perfect predators!
Rocket: Stop flirtin' with the enemy! / Why are you so flarkin' weird?!
Gamora: Less admiration and more killing, please! / Don't care, cut 'em down!
Star-Lord: Stop cheering for the murder monsters! / This isn't a dog show, Drax, they're trying to eat us!
Drax: [Maniacal laughing] You are MY prey! / Seknarf has a new predator! [Maniacal laugh]
Rocket: Watch out, Drax has gone berserk! / Teal boy's enjoying this way too much!
Gamora: At least somebody's having fun! / Keep it together, Drax!
Star-Lord: These guys messed with the wrong Katathian! / Yeah! Mess 'em up, Drax!
Rocket: Ugh, I think I got squid juice on my fur! / Gross! D'astin' thing splattered my equipment!
Drax: We can shave you once we return to the ship! / Good! Bathe in the lubrication of battle!
Star-Lord: Better yours than mine! / Gotta dodge those giblets, man!
Gamora: Precision over perforation, Rocket! / Wet work is part of the job!
Rocket: These things can take a lotta punishment! / I feel like it's just shrugging off my shots!
Gamora: We've proven we can hurt them! / Everything has a weak spot!
Drax: I will attempt to expose its tender organs! / Come and wrestle with it, rodent!
Star-Lord: You're telling me! Aim for the soft spots! / Keep on hitting it! It's gotta be feeling the sting!
Rocket: Choke on searing hot death, you flarkin' scratbasket! / Swallow pain, worm-faced gork-horker!
Drax: Hah! The rodent insults you, beast! / Yes! Crush its will to fight!
Star-Lord: You tell 'em, Rocket! / Looks like they love your sweet talk!
Gamora: What he said! / You're a poet, Rocket!
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: Well they won't be as fast if you pin 'em down!
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: No, they ain't tree-dogs. Those are tentacles, not roots!
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: No, you can't pet them! We're trying to kill them!
- Fight ends
Drax: More! Come to me beasts! [booming laugh]
Star-Lord: (Presses cage button.) You are coming with me. (Cage contracts. Attaches it to his back.)
Gamora: We better hurry.
(If Rocket was thrown.)
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: I think that's it big guy. They won't be bothering us no more.
(If Rocket was not thrown.)
Rocket: First rain, then jelly, then slimy stinky crawlspaces! And now all these monsters! I hate this flarking planet!
Gamora: You hate everything, Rocket.
Rocket: True. But especially the stinky slime tunnel part! Itchy fur is where I draw the line.
Drax: We do smell exceptionally foul.
Rocket: Yeah, way worse than usual. I swear Quill, that's the last time I follow you through rock poop!
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Fungus poop. Whatever.
- Rally the team
- Horse around
- (...)
Star-Lord: Hey. We're a team. If we're gonna smell like butt, we're gonna smell like butt together.
Drax: That is most eloquent, Peter Quill. I will smell like butt with you.
Gamora: Yeah, really great speech.
Star-Lord: Hey. I just went through the same crap you did and I smell amazing.
Rocket: Ha! Sure you do.
Star-Lord: It's my sexy hero musk.
(Idle banter.)
- Haggling
Gamora: So if we're gonna haggle with the Monster Queen, how much are we asking for our monster?
- Chose Rocket
- Chose Groot
Rocket: 395 million units, give or take two. One for every precious hair follicle on this flawless body.
Drax: You have counted them? That is bizarre.
Rocket: Hey, at least I have some to count.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: What do you mean don't get greedy? We're running a business here!
Gamora: We need to make a profit this time.
Rocket: Hey, Quill! Better not forget what we talked about earlier.
Groot: I am Groot?
Rocket: It's nothing.
Star-Lord: Don't worry, Rocket.
- Jet boots
Rocket: So when are the rest of us gonna get jet boots?
Star-Lord: It takes years of special training to operate these things.
Gamora: You had years of jet boot lessons?
Star-Lord: No. But the guy I took them off of did.
Drax: You stole them?
Star-Lord: He was dead. Flew into a ceiling fan.
- Hydration
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: No it ain't!
Drax: What did the tree say?
Rocket: He says all this moisture is good for us and will make us grow.
Drax: In your case, that is doubtful.
Gamora: I agree with Groot. It's important to stay hydrated.
Rocket: Not this hydrated.
- Death
Gamora: So who's next in line for the throne if Lady Hellbender has an accident?
Drax: Perhaps she is immortal.
Gamora: Nobody's immortal. Not even Death herself.
Rocket: Can't believe you just said that with a straight face.
- Cage
Rocket: That thing heavy, Quill?
Star-Lord: Surprisingly light.
Drax: If we put our monster in it, will he shrink as well?
Rocket: Uh, no. It would compress anything inside to a mound of twitching gore.
Gamora: [laughs] Neat.
Rocket: Don't get any ideas.
- Business
Rocket: So, what do we do if all don't go well with Lady H? We gonna fight a monster queen?
Drax: She would be a formidable adversary indeed.
Star-Lord: Lady Hellbender isn't our adversary--if all goes well, she's gonna be our business partner.
- Chose Rocket
- Chose Groot
Rocket: And if all don't go well?
Gamora: Then we'll know we should have sold Groot instead!
Gamora: It's gonna go fine! Right, Groot?
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Yeah, you being Groot is exactly the problem.
- Sanctuary
Rocket: [groan] Seknarf ain't never heard of roads?
Gamora: You'd have to clear parts of the jungle to do it. Which would probably mean killing some of the wildlife.
Rocket: Good. They deserve it.
Drax: Seknarf Nine is a sanctuary. They say that if you leave behind a single piece of refuse, Lady Hellbender will personally return it to you in a most unpleasant way.
Rocket: [scoff] That can't be true.
- Onwards
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Groot says we should check things out over here.
- Bridge
- Groot
- Gamora
- Drax
- Rocket
Star-Lord: Groot, gimme a bridge here. The fortress is right on the other side of those cliffs.
Groot: I am Groot!
Star-Lord: Gamora? Could you work something out?
Gamora: I'll cover the rear.
Star-Lord: Not what I was looking for...
Star-Lord: Drax, you seem pretty excited. Just go ahead.
Drax: Yes! (...) I require a bridge!
Groot: I am Groot.
Star-Lord: Rocket, you and Groot go first.
Rocket: Alright bud. Let's go!
- Geyser
Rocket: Pretty sure it's this way, but I don't see an easy way to get up there.
Drax: Easy is rarely worth the effort.
Rocket: For you, maybe. I love easy.
- Freeze geyser
Star-Lord: Ha! Deep freeze!
Rocket: Whoa! Can I try ice-cubing something?!
Star-Lord: Nope!
Rocket: Man, you're such a gasflap!
- Vines
Star-Lord: Need some bladework here. / Gamora, snip snip.
- Spot fortress
Groot: I am Groot!
Star-Lord: Whoa! That is definitely in my top ten fortresses.
Reach Lady Hellbender's fortress 3[]
(An acanti flies over them in the fortress' direction.)
Rocket: What the flark?! You said that Quarantine Zone monster was supposed to be rare!
Gamora: She already has a whole herd of them?!
Rocket: So we wasted our time! Almost got killed for nothing?
Gamora: And got arrested. That was fun.
Drax: It was moderately amusing.
Rocket: Now we've got a ticking time bomb on the ship and we owe money to the cops. All because of one lousy source.
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: Groot's right. It is like we're cursed or something.
- Stay optimistic
- Vent with team
- (...)
Star-Lord: Guys, every misstep was just a step in the right direction towards completing our best plan yet.
Gamora: Say that again?
Star-Lord: What if we'd brought one of those ugly suckers all the way here only to find out Lady H already had a full set?
Rocket: That would have sucked big-time.
Star-Lord: Exactly. If we even got that far. What if we'd been towing that thing when Nova Corps intercepted us?
Drax: They would have taken our beasts.
Star-Lord: See? This is working out. Sure, in a kinda... bumpy, chaotic way, but we've still got a plan.
Star-Lord: Ugh. We just can't catch a break! There's always some stupid blob-monster, or angry space cops, or... a random ship explosion kicking us in the teeth.
Rocket: And the weather always sucks.
Star-Lord: It does. I'm wet and hungry and angry but... dammit, I am not about to lose this deal after everything we've been through. So I'm gonna march into that ridiculously awesome palace and try to sell the crap out of one of my valued team members. Because I think we've all earned that chance.
Groot: I am Groot!
Drax: I am eager to behold the Monster Queen.
Drax: Perhaps we were cursed on one of our previous jobs.
Gamora: We're not cursed. We just need to sell our 'monster' and then bust him back out. The plan doesn't change.
- Passage
Gamora: Let's just get this done.
(Hover bikes pass by.)
Gamora: You can't be serious.
Star-Lord: Okay. It's farther than it looked... Much farther.
Rocket: It's a flarking Infinity Bridge is what it is.
Drax: Ah, you are being dramatic, rodent. The bridge ends at the fortress. Therefore it is not infinite.
Star-Lord: Yeah. That's super comforting. Guess we gotta go. Three cycles. (Starts to walk.)
Gamora: Peter!
Rocket: Aren't ya forgetting something?
Groot: (Points at his own back.) I am Groot.
Star-Lord: Oh, right. The cage.
Rocket: Whole point of even getting the flarkin' thing was looking like we mean business!
- Chose Groot
- Chose Rocket
Star-Lord: (Throws cage on the ground. Pushes button with foot.) Groot, you ready to squeeze in?
Groot: I am Groot.
Drax: Peter Quill, there is still time to reconsider. The tree creature is not very monstrous.
Star-Lord: (Throws cage on the ground. Pushes button with foot.) Alright Rocket. Time to put on your monster face.
Rocket: (Walks towards cage.) I only got one face, Quill.
Gamora: Are you sure about this, Peter? [scoffs] Look at him! (Rocket yawns.) You better have one hell of a sales pitch.
- Chose Groot cont.
- Stand your ground
- Change your mind
Star-Lord: Drax, we're doing this just like we planned on the Milano.
Drax: You are being stubborn. Clearly the rodent is the one that--
Star-Lord: I am not being stubborn. I just refuse to change my mind... (Groot nods, agreeing.) ...because it's the right decision.
Rocket: Hey, lovebirds, let's go! Bridge ain't gonna cross itself. (Groot enters the cage.)
Drax: I hope Lady Hellbender is as gullible as you expect she is.
Rocket: (Low voice.) You hang tight there, bud. When the time comes, I'll get ya out of there. [whispers] Rocket-style if I gotta. (Clicks his tongue while winking.)
Star-Lord: Maybe we're going about this the wrong way. Rocket's the best escape artist I know. If things go south after the transaction...
Drax: You are making the right choice.
Gamora: What?! We voted on this!
Star-Lord: I don't feel right putting Groot in a cage.
Rocket: That's because it ain't right.
Gamora: Peter, he--
Star-Lord: She'll go for it.
Rocket: I think he's made his point. (Enters cage.)
- Chose Rocket cont.
- Stand your ground
- Change your mind
Star-Lord: Remind me again, how many missions have we been on so far?
Gamora: 13.
Rocket: 14, if you count Contraxia.
Gamora: Contraxia was not a mission, it was a mistake.
Star-Lord: Alright. Point is I was able to sell you, Gamora, daughter of Thanos, intergalactic assassin... as a hero. 14 times. Ha!
Gamora: Fine.
Rocket: I think he's made his point. (Enters cage.)
Star-Lord: Maybe Gamora's right. We should try selling Groot instead.
Rocket: What?!
Gamora: Really?
Drax: This is an affront to democracy.
Star-Lord: I just think that we might need Rocket on the outside for this one.
Groot: I am Groot.
Drax: Peter Quill--
Star-Lord: We're not a democracy, Drax.
Rocket: [sighs] Yeah, we noticed. You wanna make that call? Then you better not mess this up. (Low voice.) You hang tight there, bud. When the time comes, I'll get ya out of there. [whispers] Rocket-style if I gotta. (Clicks his tongue while winking.)
- Pull
Star-Lord: Dra-- (Drax ignores him, and walks away.) Gamora, can you help me with this?
Gamora: No.
Star-Lord: What! Why?
Gamora: To guarantee your safety as our leader. (Walks away.)
Star-Lord: Oh come on!
- Chose Groot
- Chose Rocket
Rocket: Don't look at me, I ain't pulling that thing. (To Groot.) Remember, buddy. Menacing. Like me. Only bigger.
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Not bad, not bad. (Sits on top of cage.)
Rocket: (Inside cage.) Ha! She's got you there, Quill. Now shut up and start pulling!
Groot: I am Groot!
Rocket: Will you stop worrying so much. You're gonna start growing knots again.
Star-Lord: Okay, here we go.
- Walk 1
(An acanti flies along the bridge.)
Star-Lord: Whoa! Okay. Whoa, whoa! Little bit close.
- Chose Groot
- Chose Rocket
Rocket: Easy, big guy. Don't know what you heard, but we just wanted to bring you back a new friend!
Groot: I am Groot.
Rocket: I know it can't understand me! But maybe it responds good to soothing tones!
Gamora: They seem so peaceful here.
Star-Lord: I never saw a real whale when I was a kid. I guess this sorta counts.
Rocket: I'm sure it's real pretty, but can we not draw its attention while I'm stuck in a flarkin' cage, please?!
(Acanti moves away.)
- Walk 2
Star-Lord: [sighs] Does anybody have like a.. campfire song or something we can sing to kill the time? Oh oh, I know one. It's called--
Gamora: Please stop.
Star-Lord: Alright. Yeah... okay. Wait, is Please Stop the name of your song?
Gamora: No.
Star-Lord: Okay. So! How long before someone else wants to pull this thing?
Drax: We are 60 clicks from the fortress!
Gamora: I'd say closer to 75!
Drax: There is only one way to know for sure! [clicks] 0.1 clicks! [clicks] 0.2 clicks!
Star-Lord: 0.9... 2.1... 4.5...
Drax: (Increasingly distant voice.) [clicks] 0.3 clicks! [clicks] 0.4 clicks! [clicks] 0.5 clicks! [clicks] 0.6 clicks!
Gamora: (Distant.) For the love of flark! Stop! Counting! Clicks!
- Chose Groot
- Chose Rocket
Gamora: (Distant.) Quietly!
Meredith: (Off-screen.) Hey birthday boy! No wonder you couldn't hear me!
Drax: (Distant.) [clicks] [clicks]
Meredith: (Off-screen.) Is that your new tape?
Drax: (Distant.) [clicks]
Meredith: (Off-screen.) "Star-Lord"... Who's the guy with the scary eyes?
Drax: (Distant.) [clicks] [clicks] [incessant clicking]
Meredith: (Off-screen.) If you don't hurry I'm gonna eat that whole cake myself.
(Fade to black.)
Flashback[]
Meredith: (Standing at the door.) Thirteen whole years. Look at you. Where does the time go?
Peter: I'll be up in a sec. I promise.
Meredith: Right. (Leaves, closing the door. Peter remains in bed, listening to his cassette.)
- Kitchen
- Arrive early
- Arrive late
Meredith: (Still preparing cake.) That was fast. Give me a sec. I didn't think you'd actually be right up.
Peter: Maybe being on time is my new thing.
Meredith: Oh right, we'll see about that tomorrow when I have to get you up for school.
Peter: You know, I think I'm too old for that too.
Meredith: Nice try, smart Alec. Sit.
Meredith: (Hides cake behind her.) Well, look who decided to finally come up.
Peter: Where's my cake?
Meredith: I warned you...
Peter: No, you didn't?!
Meredith: Oh! I am so full.
Peter: Mom...
Meredith: Okay. Sit your butt down, slowpoke.
Meredith: (Puts cake on the table as Peter sits.) Don't worry, I'm not gonna sing.
Peter: I like your singing.
Meredith: (Sits.) Well, you might be the only one. Go on, make a wish. You're officially a teenager.
- Blow out all candles
- Miss one candle
- Miss some candles
Meredith: Oh, someone's got a girlfriend... Is it Janey? Oh, yes! Janey is so smart. I love Janey.
Peter: No, it's not, it's not Janey...
Meredith: Oh, relax. I'm just teasing.
Meredith: Look at all those girlfriends! Someone's going to be really popular at school.
Peter: Mom.
Meredith: What?! You are very handsome. I'm sure all the girls are going to be falling-
Peter: Mom!
Meredith: So, what did you wish for?
Peter: Why would I wish for anything? I've got everything I want.
Meredith: Ha! What huge favor are you about to ask for?
Peter: Just... ten bucks. Dan, Andy and I wanna go see Knight of the Cosmos at the Rio.
Meredith: A movie? Tonight?
Peter: Come on! It's gonna be sick! It's about these zombies that invade Earth and then it's up to these kids that have to blow them away.
Meredith: (Worried. Sees a flicker of light outside window.) I don't know that I want you seeing that, Peter. I let you watch the hockey mask one, and you spent the next three nights sleeping in my bed.
- Deflect
- Qualify
Peter: You watched The Exorcist when you were younger than me.
Meredith: Of course you would remember that. And then I ask you if you packed your lunch, and you gave me a blank stare.
Peter: That was ages ago, and this one isn't even that bad. It's PG13... and I'm thirteen.
Meredith: Exactly. PG13, may contain violence and nudity.
Peter: Mild nudity. Like butts and stuff.
Meredith: You're not helping your case.
Meredith: No, I just... I wanted us to have some "us time" tonight, maybe finish our game? You can't duck out right when I'm about to win.
- Rationalize
- Compromise
Peter: Okay, it's not that. It's opening night. And it's my birthday! You know, it was meant to be!
Meredith: "Meant to be," huh?
Peter: We can still do all that stuff, or some of it. Tomorrow. You're always telling me to get out of the house more.
Meredith: A movie theater does not count as "out of the house" and you know it.
Peter: Pretty please?
Meredith: I don't know. Truck's still in the shop, and I don't want you walking alone in the dark. There's been a lot of weirdos out there. It's not safe.
- Reassure
- Argue
Peter: I'll be careful, Ma. I always am.
Meredith: Were you being careful when you got that black eye?
Peter: I'm not a little kid, Ma! I walk home from school all the time.
Meredith: And yesterday it got you a black eye, didn't it?
Peter: I told you, I was--
Meredith: I know! You were standing up for someone. Which is a good thing... But you cannot go punching your way out of every problem, Peter.
Peter: I couldn't just stand there.
Meredith: No, of course not. Okay, get me my purse. (Watches outside window, as Peter stands up. Grabs her purse from Peter, and takes out a bill. Peter tries to grab it.) Not so fast. Before you go, there's something I want to talk to you about. Something I want to give you.
Peter: Twenty bucks?
Meredith: Don't push it. Think of it as a long overdue gift from your father. It's upstairs on my bed. Go on and get it while I finish up in the kitchen. And we can open it together.
(Idle banter.)
- Clean
Meredith: I should make you clean your room before you leave.
Peter: Please don't.
Meredith: One day I'll have to get down there and just throw everything out.
- Comeback
Meredith: I know the real reason you don't want to finish our game. You're just scared that I'll beat you.
Peter: I still have lots of time to stage a comeback.
- Safe
Meredith: Promise me you'll be safe tonight, Peter.
Peter: We're just going to the movies, what could happen?
- Outside
Meredith: I left the gift on my bed.
Peter: Oh, I thought you said outside.
Meredith: Maybe I'll go get it, and you can finish up here, instead?
Peter: Uhm, no that's okay.
Meredith: Then get a move on.
- Incompatible
Meredith: You know, I was talking to Janey's mom the other day.
Peter: Oh here we go.
Meredith: She's a lovely girl, Peter.
Peter: She listens to disco, Mom.
- Reminiscing
Meredith: So what, now you're too old for gifts?
Peter: What! No! I was just looking around. Remembering things.
Meredith: Grandma and Grandpa? Wish they could've been here too.
- Arcade
Meredith: I want you home right after the movie.
Peter: Can't we stop by the arcade for a bit?
Meredith: Keep pushing your luck mister, and you won't be going anywhere.
- Waiting
Meredith: The longer you wait to get that gift, the more likely I am to change my mind about the movie.
Peter: No way! You wouldn't!
Meredith: Try me.
- Ride
Meredith: How are you getting to the movie?
Peter: Andy said his older brother would give us a ride.
Meredith: Make sure he brings you back, too.
- Yard work
Meredith: Will Dan and Andy be spending the night? You can all help me with the yard work in the morning.
Peter: I knew there had to be a catch.
- Explore Peter's room
Same interactions as prologue.
- Explore elsewhere
Meredith:
(Radio.) Don't you dare touch that dial.
(Love you ♡ mug.) Leave that alone. I love it. Look, it even has your little handprint on it.
Peter:
(Piano.) Mom says Grandpa used to play this a lot when she was a kid. But it's been busted ever since I can remember.
(Toothbrush.) Andy says you can get a brain parasite if you share a toothbrush. Imagine that, something growing inside of you, slowly taking over...
(Knight of the Cosmos flyer.) Oh man, this gonna be so cool!
(Sleeping bag.) Be warm enough to spend the night in the yard soon. I love falling asleep looking at the stars, wondering what might be out there.
(Cooking books.) Boring...
(Cake.) The cake looks super professional. You sure you didn't buy it? → Meredith: [chuckles] Save the flattery, Peter.
(Laundry basket.) Shoot. Mom told me to put the laundry away two days ago. I'll do it first thing in the morning. Scout's honor.
(Whiteviper and Led Blimb patches.) Gotta remember to give this to Andy later. He was a pretty good sport about not putting the Star-Lord patch on his jacket too. We'd have looked like complete dorks if we both had it.
(Trousers.) My pants didn't do much better than my eye in that fight.
(Baseball glove.) Hand still stings from catching Mom's fastball. Wonder if she got me a new glove for my birthday?
(Kubrick.) Hey Kubrick, buddy. No matter how long you wait here for Grandma and Grandpa, they're not coming back. (Pets.) Sorry...
(TV guide.) Ah crap, I'm gonna miss Knight Rider. Guess I'll just have to wait for the rerun.
(Risk board game.) Mom's pretty close to winning this game.
(Gene and Peter fishing photo.) Little guy put up a big fight. Wouldn't have been able to land him without Grandpa's tricks.
(Gene and Molly's portrait.) I miss them so much. Grandma used to take me into town on Sundays to run errands. We'd stop for ice cream on the way home. Even in winter.
(Gene and Molly's bed.) Sometimes, Grandma and Grandpa would let me sleep with them, if I was too afraid down in the basement.
(Meredith and baby Peter's photo.) Man, am I glad I finally got my hair the way I like it.
(Landscape painting.) I don't know much about art, but I know this is excellent. Grandma really had talent.
(Hunt trophy.) Gonna have to get Mom to show me how to shoot. Grandpa was supposed to this summer...
(Bowling trophy.) Meredith Quill, Perfect Game. Not bad!
(Desk clippings.) Dan says every UFO sighting is really a weather balloon or a bright star. But there's so many of them. Couldn't a few be real?
(Telescope.) Sky's clear. Wonder if Mom'll spend the night stargazing, since I'm heading to the movie?
(Theory of the seasons poster.) Sure, it'd be nice to believe there are other worlds out there, but what are the odds? Pretty slim, I bet.
(Starbound From Her Right book.) I know it sounds crazy, but Mom's convinced my Dad was an alien. She really believes it. Could she be right?
- Gift
(Peter opens the present. Fade to black.)
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| 0: Meredith • 1: A Risky Gamble • 2: Busted • 3: The Cost of Freedom • 4: The Monster Queen • 5: Due or Die • 6: Between a Rock and a Hard Place • 7: Canine Confusion • 8: The Matriarch • 9: Desperate Times • 10: Test of Faith • 11: Mind Over Matter • 12: Knowhere To Run • 13: Against All Odds • 14: Into The Fire • 15: Broken Promises • 16: Magus |
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