Character: Rocket (Rocket)

- Come on, call me a gargle. I am not laughing, except that lazy.
- You're just drunk! Nobody's laughing at you.
- I'm doing him some kind of freak. Plush toy. But it's not my choice. I didn't ask to me to understand, then again collected, a hundred times too many. To release such a unfinished monster.
- No, Rocket, you're not a monster.
- This is called "raccoon", that's generally called "rodent". Let's see how you will laugh when I shoot you in the face five or six bullets.
- STOP! STOP! STOP! FOUR BILLION, ROCKET! ALL, CHILL. Wait literally a day and you're rich.
- Okay... But I can't promise when this is all over, I have you all not shoot.

And, the tail with you, it is not expected to live until retirement.

- These weapons have a name?
- The axe.
- As-that clumsily.

- Someone explain to me how this dude survived?
Is not a man! You are the man! And this is the man! Handsome muscular man!
And I'm muscular!
- Oh, I beseech thee, quill, you're five minutes fatty.
- Well now...
He's right, quill. You've gained weight!

Just imagine how you Wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and seriously say to myself: "I finally came up with a really badass name Socarras!" Direct... Just drew the picture. Oh, I can not! Look, listen, and you had a second option like "Click-to-navel"?

- Well of course! The way of the sight, you stupid raccoon!
- Don't call me "raccoon"!
- Yes, I'm sorry. Went too far. Garbage Panda.
- And this is better, huh?

- Again, we save the Galaxy?
- Looks that way.
- And let then the price of delay, such as two-time saviors of the galaxy, huh?

Know even die the prospect more tempting than to live life in the shoes of the moron, for whom "Socarras" - the height of the slope.

But why do you force me to take it out on the grass?!

Why do you want to save this galaxy?
- Because I'm one of those idiots who live in it.

- I have a question? For example, I took the thing that belongs to someone else...
- You'll be arrested.
- But if this thing is to me more important than the master?
- Unfortunately, such a law!
I don't understand. I need this thing more! Where is the logic? What are you laughing at? Let me talk to a smart man!

Stop, stop, stop! Look, a wet nose, what are you doing? Who gave you permission to dismantle my ship without my knowledge? This is what?
- Do not touch, it's a bomb.
- That is a bomb?! And she lies under the feet?!
- You can put in the box!
- Which box?
This, for example!

Let's get something straight. This pepper is our trophy. All issues are resolved through us. Otherwise, we solve them, often radically.
- Uh... I'm with them.

Well, why do you keep forcing me to take it out on the grass!?