Guardians of the Galaxy2014

[Star-Lord notices Groot, Rocket and Drax fighting in the bar]

Quill:
Oh, no.

[He and Gamora step into the bar as the brawling continues; Gamora pulls Drax off of Groot]

Gamora:
Stop it!

[Rocket aims his rifle at Drax, but before he can fire, Star-Lord steps in to break it up]

Quill:
Whoa! Whoa! What are you doing?!

Drax:
This vermin speaks of affairs he knows nothing about!

Rocket:
That is true!

Drax:
He has no respect!

Rocket:
That is also true!

Quill:
HOLD ON! HOLD ON!

Rocket:
[Groot rubs his sore jaw, breathing fire] Keep callin' me "vermin", tough guy! You just wanna laugh at me, like everyone else!

Quill:
Rocket, you're drunk. All right? No one's laughing at you.

Rocket:
He thinks I'm some stupid thing! He does! [Crying] Well, I didn't ask to get made! I didn't ask to be torn apart and put back together over and over, and turned into some... some little monster!

Quill:
Rocket, no one's calling you a monster.

Rocket:
[Points at Drax] He called me "vermin"! She [Gamora] called me "rodent"! Let's see if you can laugh after five or six good shots through your FRICKIN' FACE! [Draws his rifle at Drax]

Quill:
No, no, no, no! FOUR BILLION UNITS!!! Rocket! Come on, man! Hey, suck it up for one more lousy night and you're rich!

[After an uneasy silence]

Rocket:
[He finally lowers his rifle] Fine. But I can't promise when all this is over, I'm not gonna kill every last one of you jerks.

Quill:
See?! [turning to Drax and Gamora] That's exactly why none of you have any friends! Five seconds after you meet somebody, you're already trying to kill them!

Drax:
We have traveled halfway across the quadrant...And Ronan is no closer to being dead.

Star-Lord:
[Drax turns around and storms off] Drax!

Gamora:
Let him go. We don't need him.