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Javier Rodriguez: I feel like a traitor.

Javier Rodriguez: You worry about getting me what I want. I worry about myself.

Javier Rodriguez: You like baseball? We need lights for the parks, so kids can play at night. So they can be safe. So they can play baseball. So they don't become burros para los malones. Everyone likes baseball. Everyone likes parks.

Narrator: We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like:

Raoul Duke: I feel a bit lightheaded. Maybe you should drive.

Narrator: Suddenly, there was a terrible roar all around us, and the sky was full with what looked like huge bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car, and a voice was screaming:

Dr. Gonzo: Did you say something?

Raoul Duke: Hm? Never mind. It's your turn to drive.

Narrator: No point in mentioning these bats, I thought. Poor bastard will see them soon enough.

Dr. Gonzo: As your attorney, I advise you to take a hit out of the little brown bottle in my shaving kit.

Dr. Gonzo: Hey honkies. You folks wanna buy some heroin ? Goddamnit, I'm serious. All I'm trying to sell you is some pure fucking smack! This is the real stuff! You won't get hooked. I just got back from Vietnam.

Dr. Gonzo: And when it comes to that fantastic note... when the rabbit bites his own head off, I want you to throw that fucking radio into the tub with me.

Dr. Gonzo: It's ok, he's just admiring the shape of your skull!

Paul Rivers: You shouldn't have done it

Jack Jordan: Done what?

Paul Rivers: [shouting You shouldn't have done it!

Jack Jordan: I'm gonna turn myself in.

Marianne Jordan: What? Why would you do that, Jack?

Jack Jordan: It's my duty.

Marianne Jordan: Your duty's to your family!

Jack Jordan: [After hitting his son upside the head to punish him for hitting his sister] There's no hitting in this house.

Jack Jordan: If someone strikes you on your right cheek, turn your other to him also.

Jack Jordan: I just ran over a man and two little girls.

Jack Jordan: God knows when a single hair moves on your head.

Rocket: Blah, blah, blah. We're all very fascinated, whitey. But we'd like to get paid.

The Collector: How would you like to get paid?

Rocket: What do you think, fancy man? Units!

The Collector: Very well, then...

The Collector: Carina. Stand back.

Carina: [last words; enraged] I WILL NO LONGER BE YOUR SLAVE!

The Collector: NO!

Quill: [sees Tivan's museum destroyed] What the...

The Collector: [he uses a device to unlock and open the orb; he shows them the giant beings that use the Infinity Stones as weapons] Oh, my new friends. Before creation itself, there were six singularities. Then the universe exploded into existence, and the remnants of these systems were forged into concentrated ingots. Infinity Stones. These stones, it seems, can only be brandished by beings of extraordinary strength. Observe. These carriers can use the stone to mow down entire civilizations like wheat in a field.

Quill: There's a little pee coming out of me right now.

The Collector: [the orb is opened to reveal an Infinity Stone] Once, for a moment, a group was able to share the energy amongst themselves, but even they were quickly destroyed by it. Beautiful. Beyond compare.

The Collector: [he kisses her hand] Oh, my dear Gamora. How wonderful to meet in the flesh.

Gamora: [as the Collector notices Groot] Let's bypass the formalities, Tivan. We have what we discussed.

The Collector: What is that thing there?

Groot: [the Collector goes over to Groot] I am Groot.

The Collector: I never thought I'd meet a Groot. Sir, you must allow me to pay you now so that I may own your carcass. At the moment of your death, of course.

Groot: I am Groot.

Rocket: Why, so he could turn you into a frickin chair?

The Collector: [to Groot] That's your pet?

Rocket: [Rocket goes to grab his weapon and the Collector chuckles, Gamora intervenes] His what?!

Gamora: Tivan, we have been halfway around the galaxy, retrieving this orb.

The Collector: Very well, then. Let us see what you brought.

Alejandro Gillick: You should move to a small town where the rule of law still exists. You will not survive here. You are not a wolf. And this is the land of wolves now.

Alejandro Gillick: Fausto Alarcon "El Verdugo". Every day across that border, people are kidnapped or killed by his hand or with his blessing. To find him would be like discovering a vaccine. You understand the value of that?

Alejandro Gillick: You look like a little girl when you're scared.

Alejandro Gillick: [shoots Kate in her bulletproof vest] Don't ever point a gun at me again.

Alejandro Gillick: [in Spanish] Time to meet God.

Alejandro Gillick: You're asking me how a watch works. For now we'll just keep an eye on the time.

Alejandro Gillick: Nothing will make sense to your American ears, and you will doubt everything that we do, but in the end you will understand.

Fenster: I had a finger up my asshole tonight.

Hockney: Is it Friday already?

Cop: McManus told us a different story altogether.

Fenster: Oh, is that the one about the hooker with dysentery?

Verbal: [voiceover; suspects walk inside the police lineup; the lineup lights turn on] It didn't make sense that I'd be there. I mean, these guys were hardcore hijackers. But, there I was. At that point, I wasn't scared. I knew I hadn't done anything they could do me for. Besides, it was fun. I got to make like I was notorious.

Cop: All right, you all know the drill: When your number is called, step forward and repeat the phrase you've been given, understand? Number one, step forward.

Hockney: [sighs; deadpan] Hand me the keys, you fucking cocksucker.

Cop: Number two, step forward.

McManus: GIMME THE FUCKIN KEYS, YOU COCKSUCKER MOTHERFUCKER!! AAAAAARGH!!

Cop: Knock it off, get back. Number three, step forward.

Fenster: Hand me the keys, you cocksucker.

Cop: In English, please?

Fenster: Excuse me?

Cop: In English.

Fenster: Hand me the fucking keys, you cocksucker. What the fuck?

Cop: Number four, step forward.

Verbal: [voiceover] It was bullshit. The whole rap was a setup.

Keaton: Hand me the keys, you fucking cocksucker.

Verbal: [voiceover] It was all the cops fault. You don't put guys like that into a room together.

Cop: Number five, step forward.

Verbal: [voiceover] Who knows what can happen?

Verbal: Hand me the keys, you fucking cocksucker.