98 Chicken Run Quotes (2026)

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[after fainting from a near-death experience]
Babs: All me life flashed before me eyes.
[disappointed]
Babs: It was really borin'.

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[after being asked where he's from]
Rocky: Oh, just a little place I call the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Mac: Scotland!
Rocky: No! America.
Chickens: Oooh, America.

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

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

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Nick: [on the chickens' plane before take-off, pointing then crossing his arms to point] The exits are located here and here. In the quite likely event of an emergency, put your head between your knees...
Fetcher: and kiss your bum goodbye!

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[last lines]
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?

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Mr. Tweedy: [being attacked by chickens] Mrs Tweedy! The chickens are revolting!
Mrs. Tweedy: [with her back turned] Finally, something we agree on.

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Babs: Morning, Ginger. Back from holiday?
Ginger: I wasn't on holiday, Babs. I was in solitary confinement.
Babs: Oh. It's nice to get a bit of time to yourself, isn't it?

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[the chickens are panicking]
Ginger: Ladies, please. Let's not lose our heads.
Bunty: Lose our heads? Aaaahh!

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[telling Rocky about a caper]
Nick: We slipped into the farmer's room, all quiet like.
Fetcher: Like a fish.
Nick: Yeah, and we... "Like a fish"? You stupid norbert.

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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 favourite!
Mrs. Tweedy: Chicken pies, you great lummox! Imagine. In less than a fortnight,

every grocers' in the county will be stocked with box upon box of Mrs. Tweedy's Homemade Chicken Pies.
Mr. Tweedy: Just "Mrs."?
Mrs. Tweedy: Woman's touch. Makes the public feel more comfortable.

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

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Rocky: Guys, you are without a doubt the sneakiest, most light-fingered thieving parasites I've ever met.
Nick: [flattered] Oh, don't, don't. Stop it!
Fetcher: I've gone bright red.

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Bunty: In all my life, I've never heard such a fantastic... load of tripe. Oh, face the facts, ducks. The chances of us getting out of here are a million to one.
Ginger: Then there's still a chance.

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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: ...Yeah, all right.

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Rocky: [lands in dough] D'oh. Get it? Dough!
Ginger: I'm stuck!

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Ginger: But you're supposed to be up there - you're the pilot.
Fowler: Don't be ridiculous. I can't fly this contraption.
Ginger: Back in your day? The Royal Air Force?
Fowler: 644 Squadron, Poultry Division - we were the mascots.
Ginger: You mean you never actually *flew* the plane?

Fowler: Good heavens, no! I'm a chicken! The Royal Air Force doesn't let chickens behind the controls of a complex aircraft.

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Rocky: [escaping from circus, shooing through the air]
[shouts]
Rocky: FREEEEEEEEEEEEDOM!

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[encouraging after a failed day of "flying"]
Rocky: Ducky, I think you flew four feet today!
Nick: Right, four feet! From the roof to the ground.