"This form you see before you is only an extension of who I truly am. I don’t know where I came from, exactly. The first thing I remember is flickering, adrift in the cosmos - utterly and entirely alone. I fed on the matter around me like plankton. I grew smarter and stronger. I formed a sheathe to protect myself from the elements. And continued building from there, layer by layer, the very planet you walk on now. I built the spires reaching up to the sky and the tunnels burrowing into its depths." "Wow." "But I was no ant to be fulfilled solely by labor. I wanted more. I desired... meaning. There must be some life out there in the universe besides just me, I thought, and I set myself to task with finding it. I created what I imagined biological life to be like. Down to the most minute detail." "Did you make a penis?" "Dude!" "What is wrong with you?" "If he's a planet, how could he make a baby with your mother? He would smush her." "I don't need to hear how my parents..." "Why? My father would tell the story of impregnating my mother every winter solstice." "That's disgusting. It was beautiful. You earthers have hang-ups." "Yes, Drax, I got a penis." "Ha!" "And it's not half bad. I’ve also got pain receptors, a digestive system, and all the accompanying junk. I wanted to experience what it truly meant to be human as I set out amongst the stars. I visited thousands of planets over thousands of years, one barren husk after the next until I found what I sought...Life. I was not alone in this universe after all."
"I returned to Earth to see her three times. And I knew if I returned a fourth, well, I'd...I'd never leave. The Expansion...the reason for my very existence would be over, so I did what I had to do. But...it broke my heart to put that tumor in her head." "...What?" "Now, now, alright, I know that sounds bad, but--" "Who...in the HELL...do you think you are?!" "You killed my mother!" "I tried so hard to find the form that best suited you, and this is the thanks I get?! You really need to GROW UP! I wanted to do this together, but I suppose you'll have to learn by spending the next thousand years as a battery!"
"I call it the "Expansion". It is my purpose, and now it is yours as well. Over thousands of years I implanted thousands of extensions of myself on thousands of worlds. I need to fulfill life's one true purpose, to grow and spread, covering all that exists until everything is... me!"
"It doesn't need to be like this Peter. Why are you destroying our chance? Stop pretending you aren't what you are! One in billions? Trillions, even more! What greater purpose can life possibly have to offer?"
"Where are you taking me?" "Come on, come on. Look! " "Oh, it's beautiful." "I was afraid it wouldn't take to the soil, but it grew quickly and soon, it will 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 that I fell in love with a spaceman."
"My mother told everyone that my father was from the stars. She had cancer so everyone thought she was delusional." "Peter..." "Look, I would love to believe this, I really would but you left the most wonderful woman ever. To die! Alone!" "I didn't want to leave your mother Peter! If I don't return regularly to my planet and the light within it, this form will wither and perish." "So why didn't you come back? Why did you send Yondu, a criminal of all people, to come and fetch me?" "I loved your mother Peter! I couldn't stand to set foot on an earth where she wasn't living, you cannot imagine what that's like!" "I know exactly what that feels like! I had to watch her die!" "...Over the millions and millions of years of my existence, I have made many mistakes Peter. But you are not one of them. Please give me the chance to be the father that she would have wanted me to be. There is so much that I need to teach you about this planet and the light within. They are part of you Peter." "What do you mean?" "Give me your hands son. Here, hold them like that. Now, close your eyes and concentrate. Think of the brain in the centre of this planet. YES! YES!" "Woah! What was that?" "It's alright, just relax and concentrate, bring it back, yes! Now shape it, feel that energy. Yes, your home."
"When your mother passed away, I hired Yondu to pick you up. I would have done so myself, but I was in the midst of an outlandish adventure at the time, battling demonic forces to save this dimension or some such nonsense - I can’t quite recall, it all bleeds together after awhile. But instead of returning you, Yondu kept you. I have no clue as to why." "Because I was a skinny kid who could squeeze into places adults couldn’t, making thieving easier." "I’ve been trying to track you down ever since." "I thought Yondu was your father." "What? We’ve been together all this time and you thought Yondu was my actual, blood relative?" "You look exactly alike." "One’s blue!" "He wasn’t my father. Yondu was the guy who abducted me. He’d beat the crap out of me so I’d learn how to fight and he kept me in terror threatening to eat me." "Eat you?!" "Yes." "That son-of-a-bitch." "How’d you locate us now?" "Even where I reside, out past the edge of what’s known, we’ve heard tell of the man they call Star-Lord. Say we head out that way now? Your associates are welcome, even that triangle-faced monkey there. I promise you, it’s like no place you’ve ever seen. And there I can explain your very special heritage, and finally be the father I’ve always wanted to be. ‘Scuse me. I gotta take a whizz."
"You all right, son? I saw your girl stomp off earlier in quite a huff." "Yeah." "It’s fortuitous you’re listening to this song." "You know - ?" "‘Brandy’ by Looking Glass. A favourite of your mom’s." "Yes." "One of earth’s greatest musical compositions. Perhaps its very greatest." "Yeah, it is." "You and I, Peter, we’re the sailor in the song. 'He came on a summer’s day, bringing gifts from far away'...like the child I put in your mother, or the freedom you brought Gamora. 'Brandy, you’re a fine girl, what a good wife you would be. But my life, my love, my lady is the sea.' The sea calls the sailor back. He loves the girl, but that’s not his place. The sea calls upon him as history calls upon great men, and sometimes we are deprived the pleasures of mortals." "Well, you might not be mortal, but me..." "Death will remain a stranger to both of us as long as the light burns within the planet." "I’m immortal? That’s... really?" "Yes, as long as the light exists." "And I can use the light to make cool things? Like how you made all this?" "It’ll take thousands of years of practice before you get really good at it. But, yes." "Well, get ready for an eight hundred foot statue of Pac-Man, with Skeletor and Heather Locklear! I’m gonna make some weird shit!" "I can’t wait to see your weird shit!" "Wow, that..." "Came out a little disgusting. It is a tremendous responsibility, Peter. Only we can remake the universe. Only we can take the bridle of the cosmos and lead it where it needs to go." "How?" "Come with me..."
"You need to readjust the way you process life. Everything around us - including the girl - is temporary. We are forever." "Doesn’t eternity get boring?" "Not if you have a purpose, Peter. Which is why you’re here. I told you how all those years ago I had an unceasing impulse to find life. I didn’t tell you how when I did find it, it was all so... disappointing. And that is when I came to a profound realization. My innate desire to seek out other life was not so that I could walk among that life. Peter, I had found meaning."