Rocket:
Do you know why I did it, Star-Munch? Hmm?
Peter Quill:
I'm not gonna answer to "Star-Munch."
Rocket:
I did it because I wanted to!
Peter Quill:
Dick.
Rocket:
What are we even talking about this for? We just had a little man save us by blowing up fifty ships!
Drax:
How little?
Rocket:
[holding his thumb and forefinger close together]
Well, I don't know, like this?
Gamora:
[skeptically]
A little one-inch man saved us?
Rocket:
Well, if he got closer, I'm sure he would be much larger.
Peter Quill:
It's how eyesight works, you stupid raccoon.
Rocket:
*Don't call me a racoon*!
Peter Quill:
I'm sorry. I took it too far. I meant trash panda.
[Rocket looks around in confusion]
Rocket:
Is that better?
Drax:
I don't know.
Peter Quill:
[snickering]
It's worse. It's so much worse.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:09