Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2

(LOOKING GLASS' "BRANDY " PLAYING)

There's a girl in this harbor town

And she works la yin' whiskey down

They say, "Brandy, fetch another round"

And she serves them whiskey and wine

The sailors say "Brandy, you're a fine girl"

"What a good wife you would be"

Come on! (YELPS)Slow down!

This way, my river lily! Come on!

Where are you taking me?

Come on, come on.

Look. Look!

Oh, it's beautiful!

I was afraid it wouldn't take to the soil...

but it rooted quickly.

And soon, it'll be everywhere.

All across the universe.

Well, I don't know what you're talking about...

but I like the way you say it.

My heart is yours...

Meredith Quill.

I can't believe I fell in love with a spaceman.

(MUSIC FADING UP, "BRANDY (YOU'RE A FINE GIRL")

- Showtime, a-holes! - (DEVICE BEEPS)

It will be here any minute.

Which will be its loss.

I thought your thing was a sword?

We've been hired to stop an inter dimensional beast...

from feeding on those batteries, and I'm gonna stop it with a sword?

It's just, swords were your thing and guns were mine.

But I guess we're both doing guns now. I just didn't know that.

Drax, why aren't you wearing one of Rocket's aero-rigs?

It hurts.

It hurts?

I have sensitive nipples.

"My nipples hurt! Oh, goodness me!"

What about him? What's he doing?

I'm finishing this so we can listen to tunes while we work.

How is that a priority?

Blame Quill. He's the one who loves music so much.

No, I actually agree with Drax on this.

That's hardly important right now.

Oh, okay. Sure, Quill.

No, seriously, I side with Drax.

No, I understand that. You're being very serious right now.

I can clearly see you winking.

Damn it. I'm using my left eye?

I am Groot.

- They were not looking at you funny. - (DEVICE BEEPING RAPIDLY)

Well, that's intense.

(ELECTRIC LIGHT ORCHESTRA'S "MR. BLUE SKY" PLAYING)

Groot!

Groot, get out of the way! You're gonna get hurt!

Hi.

No! Spit it out!

Come on!

Disgusting!

The beast's hide is too thick to be pierced from the outside.

I must cut through it from the inside.

Huh?

- (LAUGHING) - No, no! Drax, wait a minute!

Drax!

What is he doing?

He said the skin is too thick to be pierced from the outside, so he...

- That doesn't make any sense! - I tried telling him that!

Skin is the same level of thickness from the inside as from the outside!

I realize that.

There is a cut on its neck.

Rocket, get it to look up.

Hey, you giant Sea-Monkey! Up here!

Watch it, Quill!

Yes! I have single-handedly...

vanquished the beast!

What?

What are they called again?

Anulax batteries.

Harbulary batteries.

That's nothing like what I just said.

But they're worth thousands of units apiece...

which is why the Sovereign hired us to protect them.

Careful what you say around these folks. They're easily offended.

The cost of transgression is death.

We thank you, Guardians, for putting your lives on the line.

We could not risk the lives of our own Sovereign citizens.

Every citizen is born exactly as designed by the community.

Impeccable, both physically and mentally.

We control the DNA of our progeny...

germinating them in birthing pods.

I guess I prefer to make people the old-fashioned way.

Perhaps someday, you could give me a history lesson...

in the archaic ways of our ancestors.

For academic purposes.

I would be honored, yes.

In the name of research...

I think that could be pretty, uh...

repulsive.

I'm not into that kind of casual...

Oh, please.

Your people promised something in exchange for our services.

Bring it...

and we shall gladly be on our way.

Family reunion. Yay.

I understand she is your sister.

She's worth no more to me than the bounty due for her on Xandar.

Our soldiers apprehended her attempting to steal the batteries.

Do with her as you please.

We thank you, High Priestess Ayesha.

What is your heritage, Mr. Quill?

My mother is from Earth.

And your father?

He ain't from Missouri. That's all I know.

I see it within you.

An unorthodox genealogy.

A hybrid that seems particularly...

reckless.

You know, they told me you people were conceited douche bags...

- but that isn't true at all. - (CROWD GASPS)

Oh, shit.

I'm using my wrong eye again, aren't I?

I'm sorry. That was meant to be behind your back.

Count yourself blessed they didn't kill you.

You're telling me.

- You wanna buy some batteries? - (LAUGHING)

(ALIOTTA HAYNES JEREMIAH'S "LAKE SHORE DRIVE" PLAYING)

All right, let's get baldy to Xandar

and collect that bounty.

(MUSIC CONTINUES IN BACKGROUND)

That stuff about my father...

Who does she think she is?

I know you're sensitive about that.

I'm not sensitive about it. I just don't know who he is.

Sorry if it seemed like I was flirting with the High Priestess.

I wasn't.

I don't care if you were.

Well, I feel like you do care.

That's why I'm apologizing. So, sorry!

Gamora is not the one for you, Quill.

Damn shadow.

There are two types of beings in the universe...

those who dance, and those who do not.

Mmm-hmm.

I first met my beloved at a war rally.

Oh, God.

Everyone in the village flailed about, dancing.

Except one woman.

My Ovette.

I knew immediately she was the one for me.

The most melodic song in the world could be playing.

She wouldn't even tap her foot.

Wouldn't move a muscle.

One might assume she was dead.

That does sound pretty hot.

It would make my nether regions engorge.

Okay. I get it, yes.

I'm a dancer, Gamora is not.

You just need to find a woman who is pathetic... like you.

Mmm.

I'm hungry. Hand me some of that yaro root.

No. It's not ripe yet...

and I hate you.

You hate me?

You left me there while you stole that stone for yourself.

And yet here you stand, a hero.

I will be free of these shackles soon enough, and I will kill you.

I swear.

No.

You're gonna live out the rest of your days

in a prison on Xandar...

wishing you could.

- (GRUNTS) - (ALARM BLARING)