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 my eyes! ...It was 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 Rhodes the Rhode Island Red Rooster: Now, the most important thing is, we have to work as a team, which means: you do everything I tell you. Fetcher the Rat: Birds of a feather flop together. Babs: I don't want to be a pie. I don't like gravy! Ginger: You mean you weren't the pilot? Fowler: Good heavens, no! I'm a chicken! The Royal Air Force doesn't allow chickens behind the controls of complex aircraft! Rocky Rhodes the Rhode Island Red Rooster: The name's Rocky. Rocky the Rhode Island Red. Rhodes for short. Bunty: Rocky Rhodes? Rocky Rhodes the Rhode Island Red Rooster: Catchy, huh? Fetcher the Rat: It's raining hen! Rocky Rhodes the Rhode Island Red Rooster: You see, flying takes three things: Hard work, perseverance and... hard work. Fowler: You said "hard work" twice! Rocky Rhodes the Rhode Island Red Rooster: 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! ~ Home ~ Movies ~ Songs ~ Anonymous ~ Women ~ ~ Friendship ~ Life and Success ~ Poems ~ Shakespeare ~ Star Trek ~