"They call me terrorist. Radical. Zealot. Because I obey the ancient laws of my people the Kree and punish those who do not. Because I do not forgive your people for taking the life of my father and his father and his father before him. A thousand years of war between us will not be forgotten." "You can’t do this. Our governments signed a peace treaty." "My government knows no shame. You Xandarians and your culture are a disease." "You will never rule Xandar." "No... I will cure it!"
"With all due respect, Thanos, your daughter made this mess, and yet you summon me?" "I would lower my voice, Accuser!" "First, she lost a battle to some primitive." "Thanos had put Gamora under your charge!" "Then she was apprehended by the Nova Corps." "You are the one, here, with nothing to show for him!" "Your sources say she was meant to betray us the whole time." "Lower your tone! I may be your..."
"I only ask that you take this matter seriously." "The only matter I do not take seriously, boy, is you. Your politics bore me. Your demeanor is that of a pouty child. And apparently, you alienated my favorite daughter, Gamora. I shall honor our agreement, Kree, if you bring me the Orb. But return to me again empty handed again... and I will bathe the starways in your blood."
"Citizens of Xandar, behold your Guardians of the Galaxy! What fruit have they wrought?" "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..." "What are you doing?" "Dance-off, bro. Me and you. Gamora... Subtle, taking it back." "What are you doing?" "I'm distracting you, you big turd blossom!"