[Mr. Tweedy has attached Ginger to the clamps of the newly-completed chicken pie machine and activates it, bring Ginger toward the mouth of the machine]
Mr. Tweedy: Chickens go in; pies come out. Chicken pies. Not apple pies, chicken.
[after the chickens have escaped in The Crate and the pie machine has exploded]
Mr. Tweedy: I told you they was organised.
Rocky: [Presenting himself] You see, I'm a traveller by nature. I did that whole barnyard thing for a while but I couldn't really get into it.
[to one of the chickens]
Rocky: Hi, how are you?
[she swoons and faints, Rocky continues]
Rocky: Nope! The open road, that's more my style. Yep, just give me a pack on my back
and point me where the wind blows. In fact, you know what they call me back home? You're gonna love this: The Lone Free Ranger.
[Fowler is hesitant about piloting the Crate]
Ginger: Fowler, you *have* to fly it. You're always talking about "back in your day"; well, *today* is your day.
[extends to Fowler his medal]
Bunty: You can do it, you old sausage.
Fowler: [stares at the medal for a moment, takes it, and salutes Ginger] Wing Commander T.I.
Fowler, reporting for duty.
Mac: [very rapidly, with a thick Scottish accent] Thrust! I went over my calculations, hen, and I forgot the key element missing is thrust!
Rocky: [after a long pause] I didn't get a word of that.
Mac: Thrust. Other birds, like ducks and geese, when they take off, what do they have?
[shouts]
Mac:
Thrust!
Rocky: I swear she ain't using real words.
Ginger: She said we need more thrust.
Rocky: Oh, thrust! Of course we need thrust. Why, thrust and flying are, well, like this.
[crosses fingers]
Rocky: See, that's flying and that's thrust.
[during the credits]
Nick: The egg, obviously, rolling along, happy as Larry, then crack! Hatches into the first chicken.
Fetcher: Yeah, but where'd the egg come from, then?
Nick: What do you mean where'd it come from?
Fetcher: Egg comes rollin' along, 'appy as Larry, it's wonderin'... where'd it come
from? Without a chicken, you get no egg to come rollin' along.
Nick: Well, conversely, without an egg to hatch into the chicken, there will be no chicken to lay the other egg that hatches into the chicken that lays the egg I mentioned in the first place.
Nick: So we got two eggs now?
Fetcher: No, we're still talking about the
very first egg.
Fetcher: Yeah, but what 'appened to the very first chicken?
Nick: 'E's in the very first egg, aren't you listening?
Rocky: Uh, guys, guys? We're trying to enjoy paradise over here.
Nick: Oh, sorry, guv.
Fetcher: Beg your pardon.
Nick: Won't
happen again.
Rocky: Thanks.
Nick: Gitface.
Fetcher: Pillock.
Nick: Think he's such a bigshot 'cause he's got his name on a poster. Showbiz folk are all the same.
Fetcher: Yeah, the rats are the stars, actually. But he does get all the birds
Nick: Yeah, of
course they are. We do all the 'ard work, 'e gets all the credit.
Fetcher: He gets everything, doesn't he?
Nick: Yes, he does. Everything.
Fetcher: You said it, mate.
Nick: I know.