Chicken Run Quotes

Ginger: We need some more things.
Nick: Right you are, miss.
[opens suitcase and pulls out thimbles]
Nick: How about this quality, handcrafted tea set?
Ginger: No, thanks.
Fetcher: [holding a drain plug on a chain] Or this lovely necklace and pendant?

Ginger: It's love...
Nick: [holding a shuttlecock] Or this little number that's all the rage in the most fashionable coops in Paree? Simply pop it on like so...
[pops it on Ginger's head, feathers side up]
Nick: And as the French hens say, "Voilá!"
Fetcher: That is French.
Nick:

It's two hats in one, miss. For parties...
[turns shuttlecock over]
Nick: For weddings. Oh, madame! This makes you look like a vision, like a dream.
Fetcher: Like a duck!

Mr. Tweedy: What... what... what's all this, then?
Mrs. Tweedy: This is our future, Mr. Tweedy. No more wasting time with petty egg collecting and minuscule profits.
Mr. Tweedy: No more eggs? But we've always been egg farmers. Me father, and his father, and all their fathers, they was all...
Mrs. Tweedy: Poor.

Worthless. Nothings. But all that is about to change. This will take Tweedy's farm out of the Dark Ages and into full-scale automated production. Melicia Tweedy will be poor no longer.

Ginger: You know what the problem is? The fences aren't just round the farm. They're up here, in you heads. There's a better place out there, somewhere beyond that hill, and it has wide open places, and lots of trees... and grass. Can you imagine that? Cool, green grass.
Hen: Who feeds us?
Ginger: We feed ourselves.
Hen: Where's the farm?

Ginger: There is no farm.
Babs: Then, where does the farmer live?
Ginger: There is no farmer, Babs.
Babs: Is he on holiday?
Ginger: He isn't anywhere! Don't you get it? There's no morning head count, no farmers, no dogs and coops and keys, and no fences.

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.

Rocky: What's happening? What's going on?
Babs: They took Ginger, Mr. Rhodes! They're taking her to the chop!
Fowler: Well, what are you waiting for, laddie? Fly over there. Save her!
Rocky: Of course - No, No! That's just what they'd expect. But I say, we give them the old element of surprise.

Fowler: [chuckling] And catch Jerry with his trousers down. I like the sound of that; what's the plan?
Rocky: The plan... um, the plan. The plan! Uh - Babs, give me that thing. Bunty, give me a boost.

Ginger: Um, I just wanted to say, I may have been a bit harsh at first. Well, what I really mean is: thank you, for saving my life. For saving *our* lives. You know, I come up here every night and look out to that hill, and imagine what it must be like on the other side. It's funny, I've - I've never actually felt grass beneath my feet. I'm sorry. Here I am rambling on about hills

and grass, and you had something you wanted to say.
Rocky: Uh, y-yeah. Um, it's just that, you know... life, as I've experienced it - you know, out there lone free rangin' and stuff - it's, uh... it's full of dissapointment, and, uh...
Ginger: What, you mean grass isn't all it's cracked up to be?
Rocky: Grass! Exactly, grass.

It's always greener on the other side. And then you get there, and it's brown and prickly. You see what I'm trying to say?
[Ginger starts nodding but then shakes her head]
Rocky: What I'm trying to say is... you're welcome.
Ginger: You know, that hill is looking closer tonight than it ever has before.
[Ginger accidentally touches

Rocky's hand and they both pull away, embarrased]
Ginger: Well, good night... Rocky.
Rocky: Good night... Ginger.

Rocky: You know what your problem is? You're... difficult.
Ginger: Why? Because I'm honest? I *care* about what happens to them! Something I wouldn't expect a Lone Free Ranger to know anything about!
Rocky: Hey, if that's the way you go about showing it, I hope you never care about me!
Ginger: I can assure

you, I never will.
Rocky: Good!
Ginger: Fine!

Rocky: You see, over in America, we have this rule. If you want to motivate someone, don't - mention - death!
Ginger: Funny; the rule here is: always tell the truth.
Rocky: Boy, that's been working like a real charm, hasn't it? Let me give you some free advice: you want them to perform? Tell them what they wanna hear.

Ginger: You mean lie?

Rocky: [apparently training the chickens] And left, two, three, and right, two, three and... stop right there.
[chickens stop leaning to the side, confused]
Rocky: Oh, yeah. Down.
[chickens stoop]
Rocky: All right, now: make little circles.
[chickens start to spin]
Rocky: That's it,

faster, faster... yeah, that hits the spot...
Ginger: [Ginger looks up only to see Rocky sighing in contentment getting massaged; she walks over and clears throat; other chickens wander away, embarrassed] I thought you were going to teach us how to fly.
Rocky: That's what I'm doing.
Ginger: Isn't there usually some flapping

involved?
Rocky: Hey. Do I tell you how to lay eggs? Relax. We're making progress!
Ginger: Really? I can't help feeling we're going around in circles.
[motions to the spinning chickens behind her]
Rocky: What the - ? Hey! Cut it out! You're making *me* dizzy!
[chickens stop and start stumbling dizzily]

Rocky: I think they're ready to fly now.
Ginger: Good. Because they certainly can't *walk* anymore.

Fowler: That's how you get medals.
Bunty: Will you shut up about your *stupid blooming medals*!
[she slaps the medal from Fowler's hand, sending it into the mud]
Fowler: How dare you!
[conks Bunty on the head]
Bunty: Ohh!
Fowler: Madam, forgive me. As an officer, I offer

my most sincere...
[Bunty punches him in the face]