Guardians of the Galaxy

Making a Deal

Quill: Hey! If you wanna kill Ronan, I don't think this is the way to do it.

Drax: Are you two the wenches this woman tried to kill?

Quill: Well, my friend's a lot tougher than he looks. Also, she's not the first one to do that.

Quill then made a few examples of who tried to kill him.

Blake: Oh good grief.

Quill: Oh, you don't care. Anyway, the point is, she betrayed Ronan, he's coming for her. That's when you

He made a finger slicing across his throat.

Drax: Why would I put my finger across his throat?

Quill: No. It's a symbol. It's for you slicing his throat.

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

Quill: It's a symbol for you killing someone. You've heard of this right?

"Yeah. No."

Quill: The point is, if you wanna kill Ronan, don't do his work for him.

Drax: Release her. I like your knife. I'm keeping it.

"That was my favorite knife."

Drax looked at me.

Drax: You with him?

Blake: I look after him.

Drax nodded and smiled.

I went to Quill.

Quill: Listen. I could care less about whether you live or die.

Blake: Dang. That's cold, Quill. After you saved her.

Gamora: Then why stop the big guy?

Quill: Simple. You know where to sell my orb.

Blake: (Cough) Denail.

Quill: Really?

Blake: Nothing.

Gamora: How are we supposed to sell it if we and it are still here.

Quill: My friend Rocket, here, has escaped 22 prisons.

Rocket: Oh, we're getting out. And then you two are going back to Yondu so we can collect that bounty.

Blake: Please let me kill him so he can't threaten us anymore.

Quill: We're not killing anyone, Blake. Calm down and shut the heck up. How much is he going to pay you.

Gamora: 4,000,000,000 units.

Rocket: What?

Blake: Oh boy. You've got a crazy idea. Haven't you?

Gamora: When we escape, we can head to the buyer, and split the profit between the 4 of us.

Groot woke up from his cell.

Rocket: Between the 5 of us. Asleep for the action, awake for the money. As per usual.

Quill: And me and Blake can pay back Yondu. See Blake? Things have a way of working themselves out.

Blake: We're gonna be stuck with these guys aren't we? Cause I wanna kill him after we're done.

Quill: No killing.

Blake: Fine. I'll maim him.

Quill: No.

Blake: Fine. So how do we get out of here?