Whatever nightmares the future holds are dreams compared to what's behind me.

We were once a peaceful race of intelligent mechanical-beings. But then came the war between the Autobots who fought for freedom and the Decepticons who dreamt of tyranny.

Snack Time's my favorite time. Except for Lunch Time and, uh, Dinner Time.

I am Groot. (version 1)

You know, G.W., no offense now, but, uh... You're starting to get on my nerves. I mean, get off the Cross, buddy, we need the wood.

I am slave to no one.

Oh. Yeah.

Do you know where dreams come from?

Humans have asked us to play by their rules. Well, the rules have just changed.

I don't recall killing your family. I doubt I'll remember killing you, either.