Rocket:
"What's this?"

Justin:
"That? That's The Ex-Wife."

"Oh. I didn't know this was THAT kinda store. Hey, man. Whatever you're into..."

"Ha-ha. THIS is missile. If you like things that go "boom", this will give the "boom" with some complimentary 'shakalacka'".

Rocket:
"Ooo! Dunno what the hell a 'shakalacka' is but it sounds very promising. What's it worth?"

Justin:
"My actual ex-wife? Worthless. But this? I'm not sure you and Bullwinkle over there can afford THIS acorn."

Groot:
"I am Groot!"

Rocket:
"He says he's not Wullbinkle."

Justin:
"Whatever. Look. If you've got personal vendetta against Smokey the Bear, the Ex-Wife will burn the whole forest down."

Rocket:
"I'll give you a prosthetic arm for it."

"...an arm?"

"Yeah. An arm. What kind of arms dealer doesn't deal in arms?"

"You're insane."

Rocket:
"I'M insane? I'm not the one shoving missiles where the sun don't shine."

Justin:
"I DO NOT...*sigh* Look. I need cash or this deal is done."

"*sigh* FINE."

*drops vibranium*

"Stole this from some cat guy. Looks valuable."

"How did you--"

"Thought so. I'll take 50."