Ronan: Citizens of Xandar, behold your guardians of the galaxy! What fruit have they wrought?
Peter Quill: [dances] Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier. Ooh child, things will get brighter. You listen to these words. Ooh child, things are gonna get easier. Ooh child things'll get brighter. Then bring it down hard! Someday...
Ronan: What are you doing?
Peter Quill: Dance-off, bro. Me and you.
[holds out his hand for Gamora]
Peter Quill: Gamora.
[she shakes her head]
Peter Quill: Subtle, taking it back.
Ronan: What are you doing?
Peter Quill: I'm distracting you, you big turd blossom!