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Chicken Run

Ginger: So, laying eggs all your life and then getting stuffed and roasted, that's good enough for you, is it?
Babs: It's a living.

Babs: I saw my whole life flash before me eyes! It was really boring.

[The chickens are panicking]
Ginger: Calm down, we mustn't lose our heads!
Bunty: Lose our heads?! Aaaahh!

Babs: Morning, Ginger, back from holiday?
Ginger: I wasn't on holiday, Babs. I was in solitary confinement.
Babs: Aww... it's nice to get some time to yourself, isn't it?

Bunty: That is the most fantastic *load of tripe* I've ever heard! The chances of us escaping are a million to one.
Ginger: Then there's still a chance.

Ginger: We die free or we die trying.
Babs: Are those the only choices?

Rocky: Now, the most important thing is, we have to work as a team, which means: you do everything I tell you.

Fetcher: Birds of a feather flop together.

Babs: I don't want to be a pie. I don't like gravy!

Ginger: You mean you never actually *flew* the plane?
Fowler: Good heavens, no! I'm a chicken! The Royal Air Force doesn't allow chickens behind the controls of complex aircraft!

Rocky: The name's Rocky. Rocky the Rhode Island Red. Rhodes for short.
Bunty: Rocky Rhodes?
Rocky: Catchy, huh?

Fetcher: It's raining hen!

Rocky: You see, flying takes three things: Hard work, perseverance and... hard work.
Fowler: You said "hard work" twice!
Rocky: That's because it takes twice as much work as perseverance.

Mr. Tweedy: What is it?
Mrs. Tweedy: It's a pie machine, you idiot. Chickens go in, pies come out.
Mr. Tweedy: Ooh, what kind of pies?
Mrs. Tweedy: Apple.
Mr. Tweedy: My favorite.
Mrs. Tweedy: Chicken pies, you great lummox!

Fowler: Pushy Americans, always showing up late for every war. Overpaid, oversexed, and over here!

Ginger: I should turn you in right now.
Rocky: You wouldn't... would you?
Ginger: Give me one reason why I shouldn't.
Rocky: Because I'm... cute?

[The plane reels as Mrs. Tweedy hangs on to it.]
Fowler: Great Scott, what was that?
Mac: A cling-on, Cap'n, and the engines can't take it!

Nick: In the likely event of an emergency, put your hands between your knees and...
Fetcher: Kiss your bum good-bye!

Fowler: We need more power!
Mac: I cannot work miracles, cap'n. We're giving her all she's got.

Rocky: What's eating Grandpa?

[After being asked where he's from]
Rocky: Oh, just a little place I like to call the land of the free and the home of the brave...
Mac: Scotland!
Rocky: America.

Nick: Here's a thought. Why don't we get an egg and start our own chicken farm? That way we'd have all the eggs we could eat.
Fetcher: Right. We'll need a chicken, then.
Nick: No... no, we'll need an egg. You have the egg first, that's where you get the chicken from.
Fetcher: No, that's cobblers. If you don't have a chicken, where are you going to get the egg?
Nick: From the chicken that comes from the egg.
Fetcher: Yeah, but you have to have an egg to have a chicken.
Nick: Yeah, but you've got to get the chicken first to get the egg, and then you get the egg... to get the chicken out of...
Fetcher: Hang on, let's go over this again?

Nick: Poultry in Motion.

Mr. Tweedy: [Being attacked by chickens] The chickens are revolting!
Mrs. Tweedy: At last, we agree on something.

Rocky: You know what they call me back home? The lone *free* ranger.

[Rocky and Ginger are in an oven]
Rocky: It's like an oven in here!

Fetcher: They're gonna kill themselves...wanna watch?
Nick: [pause] Yeah, all right.

Nick: What are you sobbin' about, you nancy?
Fetcher: Little moments like this, mate. It's what makes the job all worthwhile. Wanna dance?
[Nick stares at Fetcher for a long moment.]
Nick: Yeah, all right.

[After the reason for Rocky's flying ability is discovered.]
Mac: A cannon. Aye, *that* would give ye thrust.

Rocky: You know you're the first chick I've met with the shell still on?

[Oft-repeated line.]
Fowler: Why, back in my RAF days...

Mrs. Tweedy: They're *chickens*, you dolt. Apart from you, they're the most stupid creatures on this planet. They don't plot, they don't scheme, and they are *not* organized!

Ginger: Think, everyone, think. What *haven't* we tried yet?
Bunty: We haven't tried *not* trying to escape.
Babs: Hmm. *That* might work.

Fowler: Cock-a-doodle-doo! What, what.

Nick: We sneak in, real quiet--
Fetcher: Like a fish.
Nick: And we...like a fish?

[Arguing with Rocky over who sleeps where.]
Fowler: Your side of the bunk? The whole bunk is my side of the bunk!




	Home Jokes Film Quotes Boss Alert News Forum Links		Back to - Film Quotes - C Chicken Run Ginger: So, laying eggs all your life and then getting stuffed and roasted, that's good enough for you, is it? Babs: It's a living. Babs: I saw my whole life flash before me eyes! It was really boring. [The chickens are panicking] Ginger: Calm down, we mustn't lose our heads! Bunty: Lose our heads?! Aaaahh! Babs: Morning, Ginger, back from holiday? Ginger: I wasn't on holiday, Babs. I was in solitary confinement. Babs: Aww... it's nice to get some time to yourself, isn't it? Bunty: That is the most fantastic load of tripe I've ever heard! The chances of us escaping are a million to one. Ginger: Then there's still a chance. Ginger: We die free or we die trying. Babs: Are those the only choices? Rocky: Now, the most important thing is, we have to work as a team, which means: you do everything I tell you. Fetcher: Birds of a feather flop together. Babs: I don't want to be a pie. I don't like gravy! Ginger: You mean you never actually flew the plane? Fowler: Good heavens, no! I'm a chicken! The Royal Air Force doesn't allow chickens behind the controls of complex aircraft! Rocky: The name's Rocky. Rocky the Rhode Island Red. Rhodes for short. Bunty: Rocky Rhodes? Rocky: Catchy, huh? Fetcher: It's raining hen! Rocky: You see, flying takes three things: Hard work, perseverance and... hard work. Fowler: You said "hard work" twice! Rocky: That's because it takes twice as much work as perseverance. Mr. Tweedy: What is it? Mrs. Tweedy: It's a pie machine, you idiot. Chickens go in, pies come out. Mr. Tweedy: Ooh, what kind of pies? Mrs. Tweedy: Apple. Mr. Tweedy: My favorite. Mrs. Tweedy: Chicken pies, you great lummox! Fowler: Pushy Americans, always showing up late for every war. Overpaid, oversexed, and over here! Ginger: I should turn you in right now. Rocky: You wouldn't... would you? Ginger: Give me one reason why I shouldn't. Rocky: Because I'm... cute? [The plane reels as Mrs. Tweedy hangs on to it.] Fowler: Great Scott, what was that? Mac: A cling-on, Cap'n, and the engines can't take it! Nick: In the likely event of an emergency, put your hands between your knees and... Fetcher: Kiss your bum good-bye! Fowler: We need more power! Mac: I cannot work miracles, cap'n. We're giving her all she's got. Rocky: What's eating Grandpa? [After being asked where he's from] Rocky: Oh, just a little place I like to call the land of the free and the home of the brave... Mac: Scotland! Rocky: America. Nick: Here's a thought. Why don't we get an egg and start our own chicken farm? That way we'd have all the eggs we could eat. Fetcher: Right. We'll need a chicken, then. Nick: No... no, we'll need an egg. You have the egg first, that's where you get the chicken from. Fetcher: No, that's cobblers. If you don't have a chicken, where are you going to get the egg? Nick: From the chicken that comes from the egg. Fetcher: Yeah, but you have to have an egg to have a chicken. Nick: Yeah, but you've got to get the chicken first to get the egg, and then you get the egg... to get the chicken out of... Fetcher: Hang on, let's go over this again? Nick: Poultry in Motion. Mr. Tweedy: [Being attacked by chickens] The chickens are revolting! Mrs. Tweedy: At last, we agree on something. Rocky: You know what they call me back home? The lone free ranger. [Rocky and Ginger are in an oven] Rocky: It's like an oven in here! Fetcher: They're gonna kill themselves...wanna watch? Nick: [pause] Yeah, all right. Nick: What are you sobbin' about, you nancy? Fetcher: Little moments like this, mate. It's what makes the job all worthwhile. Wanna dance? [Nick stares at Fetcher for a long moment.] Nick: Yeah, all right. [After the reason for Rocky's flying ability is discovered.] Mac: A cannon. Aye, that would give ye thrust. Rocky: You know you're the first chick I've met with the shell still on? [Oft-repeated line.] Fowler: Why, back in my RAF days... Mrs. Tweedy: They're chickens, you dolt. Apart from you, they're the most stupid creatures on this planet. They don't plot, they don't scheme, and they are not organized! Ginger: Think, everyone, think. What haven't we tried yet? Bunty: We haven't tried not trying to escape. Babs: Hmm. That might work. Fowler: Cock-a-doodle-doo! What, what. Nick: We sneak in, real quiet-- Fetcher: Like a fish. Nick: And we...like a fish? [Arguing with Rocky over who sleeps where.] Fowler: Your side of the bunk? The whole bunk is my side of the bunk!