Chris Pratt: Peter Quill • Star-Lord

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3

Peter Quill • Star-Lord

Mantis: [while Quill attempts to have a serious talk with Gamora] Peter, you know this is an open line, right?
Peter Quill: What?
Mantis: We're listening to everything you're saying.
Drax: And it is painful.
Peter Quill: And you're just telling me now?
Nebula: We were hoping it would stop on its own.
Peter Quill: But I switched it over to private.
Mantis: What color button did you push?
Peter Quill: Blue! For the blue suit!
Drax: Oh, no.
Nebula: Blue was the open line for everyone.
Mantis: *Orange* is for blue.
Peter Quill: What?
Mantis: Black is for orange. Yellow is for green. Green is for red and red is for yellow.
Drax: No, *yellow* is for yellow. Green is for red. Red is for green.
Mantis: I don't think so.
Drax: Try it then.
[beat]
Mantis: [pushes the yellow button and yells] HELLO!
[Quill screams and covers his ears as feedback whines]
Mantis: You were right.
Peter Quill: How the hell am I supposed to know all that?
Drax: Seems intuitive.

Peter Quill: I'm-a tell you something: I'm Star-Lord! I formed the Guardians! Met a girl, fell in love... that girl died. But then she came back. Came back, a total dick.
Gamora: Oh, please!
Nebula: He left out some important information. But that is the gist of it.

Peter Quill: The trap isn't a trap if you know the trap is trying to trap you, it's a face off.

Peter Quill: I don't need another speech by some impotent wackjob whose mother didn't love him rationalizing why he needs to conquer the universe!
The High Evolutionary: I'm not trying to conquer the universe. I'm perfecting it.

Peter Quill: Screw you, you stretch-faced, Robocop looking, Skeletor wannabe, purple nurple piece of...!
[the High Evolutionary cuts him off for breaking it]
Peter Quill: He hung up.

[last lines]
Peter Quill: I mean if she needs help mowing her lawn, I'll do it, but I kind of feel like her son should help. He's gonna sit on the porch and watch me do it. Like, he's a 45-year-old man, able-bodied, and I'm mowing his lawn. It just feels weird.
Grandpa Quill: Mm-hmm. Don't get me started.
Peter Quill: Oh, really?
Grandpa Quill: Mm-hmm.
Peter Quill: Now I kind of want to know.

[Quill spots Rocket carrying his Zune while entering the bar]
Peter Quill: [drunkenly] Hey! Uh-uh! No! I told you a million times, you keep your grimy raccoon hands off my Zune!
[he snatches his Zune from Rocket's hands]
Rocket: [gets his drink] And I told you a million times, I'm not a damn raccoon.

Peter Quill: Nebula?
Nebula: Where are you?
Peter Quill: Oh, thank god.
Nebula: We're here to get you out of here.
Peter Quill: Out of where?
Nebula: The High Evolutionary's ship.
Peter Quill: No, I got off the ship.
Nebula: [reacts] You what?
Peter Quill: Wait. Where are you?
Nebula: On the ship!
Peter Quill: On the ship?
Nebula: I didn't lie.
Peter Quill: Why are you on the ship?
Nebula: To save you, obviously!
Peter Quill: No! I told you to go back, you got to know by now I always figure out an incredibly clever way to get out of a fix!
Drax: Tell him I said hi.
Nebula: Really?
Drax: Tell him we're coming to save him.
Nebula: Pay attention or play with the kids. One or the other.
Gamora: [reacts] Play with the kids?
Mantis: How did you get out?
Peter Quill: That's not really important.
Groot: I am Groot.
Mantis: Jumping a thousand feet to your death without a parachute is a clever way of getting out of a fix?
Gamora: You're all just making up stuff that he's saying, right?
Rocket: The important thing is we're all okay.
[Nebula, Drax and Mantis heard that Rocket]
Nebula: Rocket?
Peter Quill: Yeah, he's here and he's okay.
[Nebula gasps and cries]
Mantis: Rocket, we love you very much and we're happy you're alive.
Rocket: Well, that makes you idiots then.