" Warlock: Four thousand and fifty-three metric tons of inert rock, metal and organic matter, frozen solid.

Quasar: Frozen in what?

Drax: Time.

Quasar: "Time", Drax?

Drax: Uh-huh. Old, old frozen time.

Quasar: Right. And that tastes like what?

Drax: Regret. "

Drax: Uh-huh. Old, old frozen time.

Quasar: Right. And that tastes like what?

Drax: Regret." style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>

" Warlock: Four thousand and fifty-three metric tons of inert rock, metal and organic matter, frozen solid.Quasar: Frozen in what?Drax: Time.Quasar: "Time", Drax?Drax: Uh-huh. Old, old frozen time.Quasar: Right. And that tastes like what?Drax: Regret. "