Chicken Run
Chicken Run

[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.

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Chicken Run

Bunty: We mustn't panic. We mustn't panic!
[after a second, she and the other chickens all scream]

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Chicken Run

Ginger: There's a whole world out there.

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Chicken Run

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

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Chicken Run

Ginger: Listen. We'll either die free chickens or we die trying.
Babs: Are those the only choices?

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Chicken Run

Fowler: We need more power.
Mac: I cannae work miracles, cap'n. We're giving her all she's got.

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Chicken Run

[after the chickens have escaped in The Crate and the pie machine has exploded]
Mr. Tweedy: I told you they was organised.

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Chicken Run

Ginger: This isn't good, Mac. IWhatever is in those boxes is for us, and I don't think it's softer hay.

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Chicken Run

Babs: Chicken feed. My favourite!

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Chicken Run

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.

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Chicken Run

[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.

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Chicken Run

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.

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Chicken Run

[Rocky was hiding beneath Ginger's nest while Mrs. Tweedy was searching for him]
Ginger: Comfortable?
Rocky: [strained] Not, really.
Ginger: [produces a plastic knife to wedge between him and the wood frame] Maybe this'll help.

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Chicken Run

[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.

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Chicken Run

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

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Chicken Run

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

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Chicken Run

Rocky: [landing in the farmyard] Thank you, ladies and gentlemen! You've been a wonderful audience!
[feeding trough falls on him]

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Chicken Run

Ginger: [to Rocky] If we don't see results by tomorrow, the deal is off and you're on your own. No more hiding. The farmers will find you, and it's back to the circus, flyboy!