All language subtitles for Guardians of the Galaxy s01e11 Space Cowboys.eng

QUILL: No. That is not right.
It's not right!

GAMORA: There are things
in life we do because we must, Quill.

Not because we want to.

Right, Rocket?

Ho-ho! I don't know what
daddy Thanos taught you, Gamora,

but there's a line
decent beings don't cross.

You can't make us!
It's...

DRAX: (IN SING-SONG)
Ready!

W'kerian slug-roach casserole.

Ugh...
The entrails have, of course, been included.

Now, who would like
to break the crust?

I am Groot.

Groot's right.
I mean, it...

It's just too pretty
to serve, Drax.

We should probably just enjoy
it visually for a while.

(INHALES)

Perhaps.

This dish was my wife's
greatest culinary work.

She was truly
a wonderful cook. Shh.

And I will eviscerate
anyone who says otherwise. (GRUNTS)

Eh, naturally.

(EXPLOSION)
(ALARM BLARING)

Huh?

Yes! I mean,
oh, no time to eat. Under attack. Gotta run.

(GRUMBLES)

(GRUNTS)
I thought you said

the CryptoCube's path
took us through empty space.

Ha! Empty space
is what's attacking us.

Wait. How is empty space
attacking us?

Engines hit.

We're losing power.

On it.

Quill, I think you're right.

Empty space is attacking us.

Thank you.

What? Why do you think
I'm right?

Because those aren't meteors.

They're ships...
Crushed ships.

(LAUGHS)

Uh, what could crush
a ship like that?

The same thing
that's crushing us.

(GLASS CRACKING)

(WHIMPERING)

(BUCKLING)

Hang on!

ROCKET: Where'd your stupid
map lead us this time, Quill?

QUILL: Hey, I'm under
a lot of pressure here.

So is our krutakin' ship!

(GRUNTING)

We're in a gravity storm.

These areas
of super-dense space are Nebula's favorite traps.

Her ships can move
through safely.

Her victims' ships
weren't so lucky.

(GRUNTS) We gotta
get out of here.

What do you think I...
Whoa! (GLASS SHATTERS)

(CHUCKLES) Aah!

Rocket, squeeze yourself
into the cockpit

and fly us out of here.

Drax, jettison the food.

Why would that help?

There's no time!

(GLASS SHATTERING)
Hang onto your hides!

(ENGINE REVS)

(GROWLS) Yeah.

That the best you've got,
gravity storm?

Eh, the phrase
you're looking for is,

"You're an awesome pilot,
Rocket."

You're a small pilot.
It's not the same thing.

Now, let's see
how big this gravity storm actually is.

The cosmic seed energy reading
is on the other side of that storm.

It'll take months
to get around it.

Years.

It'd be like circling around
1,000 solar systems.

You said Nebula could get
through the storms.

We'll just use
whatever she did.

Is your entire species
this stupid?

You need a repulsar
field generator to do that.

The only place you
could even maybe get one is...

Knowhere.
Finest hideout/severed head in the galaxy.

QUILL: Hey, Cosmo,
what's shaking?

Besides your tail.

(IN RUSSIAN ACCENT)
Uh, is good joke, as Cosmo is dog.

But in serious,

Cosmo knows Peter Quill,
who is also called Star-Lord,

needs to get around
gravity storm.

But continuum cortex
teleportation system is still down.

(GROWLS)
Stop reading minds, you mutt.

Nobody likes a psychic snoop.

And yet Cosmo thinks Vermin
will like this snooping.

Is one person in Knowhere
with repulsar generator.

Only problem...

That one person
would be me.

The Collector!
Hey!

You're not still mad
at us, right?

Old buddy?
Old pal?

Huh?

(EXCLAIMS)
Because you broke our agreement,

stole my property,
or destroyed one of my most priceless archives?

Now, come... Hey,
we've all said, done, and blown up things

we wish we hadn't,

but that doesn't mean
we can't do business.

How much for the generator?

It is not for sale.

However...

QUILL: (GROANING)
What reeks?

(ANIMAL GURGLING)

COLLECTOR: There is one task
I have been loathe to undertake.

If you did it for me,

I could loan
you my generator.

You want us
to transport statues?

Not statues.
Moombas.

(GROWLS)

Huh?
(GROWLS)

(GRUNTING)

I am Groot.
I am Groot!

Don't eat my friends.

Disgusting.
Get back in the cargo bay where you belong.

Oh, gross, it got
in my mouth. Ew.

Little help, Drax.

(MOOMBAS PASSING GAS)
Drax?

Why did it have
to be moombas?

Thanks for nothing, Drax.

What, big, bad destroyer
scared of livestock?

I am not scared.

I am appropriately cautious
around dangerous beasts.

As a young warrior,

I was attacked
by a moomba herd.

They came out of nowhere.

And it is my intention

to remove them from Knowhere.

They are a present
for my brother.

I need them brought
to Conjunction in two days.

Conjunction?
(CHUCKLES)

We ain't exactly welcome
back on that neon-lit gaming planetoid.

But if it means getting
a repulsar generator, we will gladly do it.

It is such a garish
little world. Is it not?

But with a name like
the Grandmaster,

my brother
is a little garish himself.

Your brother
is the Grandmaster?

Ridiculous title, I know,

but family is family.

Just drop the moombas
in front of that statue of his,

and I will take care
of the rest.

Oh, and do not
feed the moombas anything but grass.

Things can get a bit...

Messy.

BOTH: Messy?

ROCKET: (OVER VIDEO)
Great job, Quill.

You just signed us up
for the smelliest, grossest,

most boring job
in the galaxy,

and all so one guy
who tried to kill us

can get a present
from his brother, who also tried to kill us.

Yeah, but the Collector
threw in this cowboy hat,

so yee-ha!

DRAX: That hat resembles
neither a cow nor a boy.

And repeating that phrase
does not change the fact that

moombas cannot be trusted.

I am Groot.
I am Groot!

Whoa, guys, get down here.

Now!

GAMORA: Actually, we have
a bigger problem.

MAN:
Okay, Quill, pull it over.

Relax. It's just Nova Corps.

We're not doing
anything illegal.

Everybody just stay cool.

What purpose will it serve
to lower the temperature?

Rhomann Dey?

Oh, man, you know,
I haven't seen you

since I saved your family
and your entire planet.

Which is why I was confused

when the Corps got a tip
that you'd stolen a dozen moombas

from a local sanctuary.

Care to explain, Quill?

Moombas?

(MOOMBAS GRUMBLING)
What are moombas?

That would be the animals
currently flying alongside your ship.

Hey, how did they
get off the ship?

Not that they were ever on.

That's what I was
trying to tell you.

Sorry, Quill, but I'm
gonna have to put you all under arrest

for trafficking
in endangered animals.

DRAX: It is we
who are in danger. Observe the moombas.

GAMORA: What's so dangerous
about a light show?

ROCKET: Oh, I don't know.
Maybe when it turns into this?

Quill, what's happening?

QUILL: Offhand, I'd say we're
being sucked into a weird portal thingy.

(BEEPING)

(ENGINE POWERS DOWN)

I told you moombas
cannot be trusted.

They will destroy us all.

QUILL: You know what, Drax?
I'm starting to believe you.

Huh?

Milano, correct your course.

Do not enter that portal.

QUILL: You think I want
to go in there?

ROCKET: I don't think
we've got much of a choice.

(ALL SCREAM)

Okay, what just happened?

I warned you moombas
can appear out of nowhere.

Moombas have always been said
to travel vast distances.

I think we just found out
how they do it.

(BEEPING)

You got that right.

We're 1,000 light years
closer to Conjunction.

Looks like the moombas
are headed down to that moon.

Two words,

cook-out.

(MOOMBAS GRUMBLING)

QUILL: Yeah, sitting in dirt
near a lame-o heat source

is everyone's dream.

Uh, just think.

All my life I dreamed
of being a cowboy,

and all I had to do
was get abducted by aliens.

(GROANS)

And now we shall feast

as the warriors
of old did.

That's not moomba, is it?

(LAUGHS)
I would never ingest such treacherous animals.

They'd likely poison
their own flesh just to spite their predators.

I am on to your tactics.

(BELCHING, PASSING GAS)

QUILL: How about
an old Earth tradition?

Singing round the campfire.

Uh, where did you...
Came with the hat.

(OUT OF TUNE)
Now, this song is a ritual among my people,

passed down during
mass gatherings of youth during the warmer climates.

(MOOMBAS GRUMBLE)

Are you comparing
my food to this inedible dish?

(MOOMBA FARTS)
What? No.

Everyone loves your food.

(GRUMBLES)

(SLURPS)

(PASSES GAS)
(SWALLOWS)

I just remembered
another Earth tradition.

(VOMITING)

(COUGHS)

(VOMITING CONTINUES)

Oh, it tastes worse
on the way out.

Hmm, unusual custom.

Look over there!

Well, I'm stuffed.

Rocket, they're not supposed
to eat anything but grass.

No, no! Ugh!
No!

(SNORTS)

Moombas have been plotting
against us this entire time,

and you mock me.

(STOMACH GURGLES, GAGS)

(SIGHS)

(BELCHES)

Huh?

Check this out.

The moombas have been injected
with an explosive compound,

but it only reacts
to a certain kind of protein.

Don't eat meat,
no problem.

But if they do...

Then the moombas
are boombas!

Ha! I can't believe
I didn't think of it myself.

These things could
take out a small moon.

Or an artificial
planetoid, like Conjunction.

Got this off the alpha moomba.

Greetings, dear brother...

Or what is left of you.

And, oh, yes...

(SING-SONG)
I win.

The Collector was playing us.

He was going to blow up
his brother even if it meant taking us with him.

And you're surprised?

Let's get out of here
while we still only have one boomba to deal with.

(INHALES DEEPLY)
Yeah. About that.

GAMORA: We need to drive
the herd into space,

where they won't do
so much damage.

I will continue to monitor
the perimeter from the ship.

YONDU: Ha-ha! Ravagers,
come on!

QUILL: (YELLS) Hey!

YONDU: (CHUCKLES)
Well, nice hat you got there.

Yondu?
What are you doing here?

What's it look like, boy-o?

We're taking your moombas.

(WHISTLES)

QUILL: Yeah, lots of luck
getting these things to go where they don't want to.

YONDU: Already got that one
figured out, boy-o.

Yondu, wait.
The moombas, they're gonna explode.

YONDU: (CHUCKLES)
Why else would we want them?

The Collector
and the Grandmaster

have been trying to off
each other for years.

That's why Grandmaster's
got us taking these moombas

back to his brother
on Knowhere,

to blow him up instead.

If you want to blow up
Knowhere, Yondu,

then you'll have
to blow me up with it.

(GRUNTS)

(YONDU LAUGHING)

Gonna miss you, boy-o.

QUILL: Yondu...

I'm serious. Yondu!

I am Groot.

GAMORA AND ROCKET: Quill!

Curse you, foul moombas!

I swear to you,
Peter Quill will be avenged.

Save the speech.
Quill's alive.

But not for much longer,
with those moombas set to blow up Knowhere.

(GRUNTING)

Fall back.
He means to attack.

Ech, of course,
the friendly ones stay.

No, this is good.

We can use this one
to generate a portal

and catch up with
the rest of the herd.

(MOOMBA BELLOWS)

Aah!

(BELCHES)

I am not in favor
of this plan.

I am Groot.

What do you mean,
make an antidote?

Antidotes don't grow on trees.

Or do they?

Drax, keep Bessie corralled
while we cook up a cure for the booms.

(MOOMBA GRUNTING)

I'm less in favor
of this plan...

(GURGLING)

(GRUMBLES)

Ha!

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS)

(YELLS)

(GROOT RUSTLING)

(DRAX SCREAMS)
Huh?

I lived.
I lived!

Nice job, Drax.

Now, let's see if we can't do
the same for the folks on Knowhere.

Take cover!
(GROWLS)

(SCREAMS)

Ew. Disgusting.

But, and I never thought
I'd be happy to say this,

it didn't blow up.

Now, let's ride!

Hyah.

Hey, I said let's ride.
Go.

Come on,
you krutakin' flarg!

I am Drax the destroyer,

and I will not let
innocents perish

because of my fear.

Okay, fine.
You drive.

DRAX: Hi-yo, moomba.

Element blaster.

(STRING TWANGS)
Okay, that's embarrassing.

(GROWLS)

DRAX: Ah!

Oh, I was totally
going to say that.

Ravagers, get that moomba.

First you must catch
that moomba.

Who's going to catch me?

Thanks, bud.

Uh, much as I hate to say it,
let's diffuse some bombs.

(GROWLS)

QUILL: It's all right.
Totally got this one under control.

(QUILL SCREAMING)

Forget something?

I also had a hat.

And you'll have to fight
Drax for it.

(GROWLS)

(CLICKS)

Howdy, part-en-er.

How you say,
"Cavalry has arrived"?

Since when does
one telepathic fleabag count as cavalry?

Eh, show off.

Freeze!

The first person
to move or whistle

gets blasted back
to their home planet. Got it?

Well, who says
you can't find a corpsman when you need one?

Me and my Ravagers
were just returning these here stolen animals

back to their rightful owner

when these scruffy
ne'er-do-wells attacked.

Hey, you attacked first.

And I am not scruffy.

Is true, Colonel.
Quill was...

Transporting moombas,

which are illegal
to own in the first place.

Why do none of you
remember that?

Who did you say these animals
belonged to again?

ALL: The Collector.

Mr. Collector, it would appear
that I have some of your very illegal property,

as in one dozen moombas.

Moombas?

I am sorry, corpsman,

but while moombas are rare,

they are hardly
rare enough for me.

QUILL: He hired us
to take them to Conjunction

so he could blow up
his brother with their explosive cud.

Uh, Quill, explosive spitballs
heading your way.

Say what?

Is true.
Cosmo read Collector's mind.

These two terrans
are obviously lying

to protect one another.

Well...

Well, I ain't one to look
a gift getaway in the mouth.

Ravagers, let's ride.

I am, uh...

I am sorry, corpsman.
I seem to be experiencing... (GARBLED)

Corpsmen, get the Ravagers!

Go!

Dey, we have an antidote.

Come on, Dey.
We're the Guardians of the Galaxy.

I am Groot.

QUILL: We can find
some space cow statue thingies a good home.

That isn't
exactly procedure.

COMPUTER:
Shields at 40%.

Look, give me your word
they'll be safe,

and you can go.

You got it, partner.

What exactly
do you have in mind?

You'll see...

As soon as I get my hat back.

You got it, partner.

GAMORA: Approaching
the gravity storm.

Drax, it's up to you.

It is up to us.
(GROWLS)

Now, my new friends,

Drax the destroyer
bids you to lead the way.

Huh, using the moombas
to get us through the gravity storm.

You actually had
a good idea, partner.

Now, assuming
this treasure map X

is finally marking the spot,

let's go find us
a cosmic seed.

Oh, Drax.

Dude, you got
a really big head.

Of course, it's not here.

At least we know
where we head next.

Plus the moombas
found themselves an isolated planet,

with plenty of cosmic
seed-grown grazing land.

They will be safe here.

You saved a noble species.

Noble ain't the word
that's springing to mind.

Go on. Get off.
Go!

Or I'll...
I'll blow you up myself.

(SNIFFLING)

I am Groot?

(SNIFFLES) I was not crying.

DRAX: (SNIFFLES)
Nor was I.

Now, who is
ready to eat?

ALL: Not me!

(GRUMBLES)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

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