Star-Lord: Everybody stay where you are. Chill F out. (Quill powers off his helmet) I’m gonna ask you this one time. Where’s Gamora?

Tony: Yeah, I’ll do you one better. Who’s Gamora?

Drax: I’ll do you one better! Why is Gamora?

Star-Lord: Tell me where the girl is, or I swear to you, I’m gonna French fry this little freak.

Tony: Let’s do it! You shoot my guy, I blast him. Let’s go! (Tony extends his nanotech gun)

Drax: Do it, Quill! I can take it.

Mantis: No he can’t take it!