Peter Quill: A lot of people has been trying to kill me over the years. I'm not going to be brought down by a tree and a talking raccoon. Rocket Raccoon: Hold up! What's a raccoon? Peter Quill: What's a raccoon? You stupid. Rocket Raccoon: Ain't no t...
Rocket Raccoon: [Rocket and Star-Lord are escaping in mine pods with Necrocrafts after them] We don't have any weapons! Peter Quill: These are mine pods, they're nearly indestructible. Rocket Raccoon: Not against Necroblasters they're not! Peter Quil...
Drax the Destroyer: I just wanted to tell you how grateful I am that you've accepted me despite my blunders. It is good to once again be among friends. You, Quill, are my friend. Peter Quill: Thanks. Drax the Destroyer: This dumb tree is also my frie...
Groot: I am Groot. Peter Quill: Well that's just as fascinating as the first 89 times you told me that. What is wrong with Giving Tree here? Rocket Raccoon: Well he don't know talkin' good like me and you, so his vocabulistics is limited to "I" and "...
Peter Quill: [about Gamora] She betrayed Ronan, he's coming for her. That's when you... [draws his finger across his throat in a cutthroat gesture] Drax the Destroyer: ...Why would I want to put my finger on his throat? Peter Quill: No, that's the sy...
Korath the Pursuer: Star-Lord! Peter Quill: Finally!
I'm too old-fashioned to use a computer. I'm too old-fashioned to use a quill.
Writer's a lovers quarrel - encounters breathe the quill...
One Legged Prisoner: [to Quill] You need my what?
[last words] Meredith Quill: Peter, take my hand...
To call that writing, madam, is an insult to quills and ink across the world.
DI Cartwright: The cat is booby trapped? DI Quill: Welcome to my world.
I don't use a pen. I write with a goose quill dipped in venom.
Peter Quill: Rocket, you're drunk alright? No one's laughin' at you.
Peter Quill: Rocket, no one's calling you a monster.
Prophecy fulfilled: Peter’s life is a quill and the ink is his blood.
The funny thing about writing is I think a lot of people assume that you're sitting in a garret with a quill pen for hour after hour.
We're not very dangerous animals; we don't have a horn like a rhino or quills like a porcupine.
Gamora: You should have learned. Peter Quill: I don't learn. One of my issues.
Dolores Umbridge: [Harry has come in to do his detention] You're going to be doing some lines for me, Mr. Potter. [Potter opens his bag for his quill but Umbridge stops him] Dolores Umbridge: No, not with your quill. You're going to be using a rather...
To be selected was an honor, and in respect of the family member chosen to run, families held feasts and gave away prized beaver coats, quilled tobacco bags and buffalo hides.
