Abby quotes from Chicken Little (2005)

Abby Mallard.

Foxy Loxy

Ugly Duckling!

Class, I will not tolerate rude behavior at the expense of a fellow...

Hey, hey, hey. No worries, Mr. Woolensworth.

Yaah! [Abby honks] You mustn't sneak up on me, Ugly– Er, Abby. Now, where was I?

Foxy

Ugly Duckling!

Yes, of course. Thank you.

Chicken Little.

Foxy

Tardy again!

Tardy again. [crosses Chicken Little's name off] Class, turn to page 62 and translate each word in mutton. He.

Baa!

She.

Baa!

They.

Baa!

We.

Baa!

Calm down, Runt! Just... Just do what Fish is doing.

Everybody dance now.

Tough morning?

I had a run in with my old nemesis.

Gum on the crosswalk?

He won this round.

Your old foe.

Mmm-hmm.

Look, you thought the sky was falling. Your dad didn't support you, and you have been hurting inside ever since.

Yeah, but...

It's hurt. It's the nutshell.

Well, it's hurt, but...

No, bup bup! Bup! Now what needs to happen now is the nut needs to be cracked open, and not one little chip at a time, but bam! Bits of emotion flying everywhere! Anger! Frustration! Denial! Fear! Deep depression, in fact! You see what I'm saying?

Uh...

Alright, forget the nut thing. Here's the main thing. You have got to stop messing around and deal with the problem. Here's the real solution: You, your dad, talk-talk-talking, closure.

Closure?

Closure. Talking about something until it's resolved. Wait. Look. [pulls out some magazines from her backpack] There's a whole section about in this month's Modern Mallard. Incredibly appropriate! Whew!

I told you, I have a plan.

Yeah, but according to Cosmo Duck, you should stop the squawk and try the talk. And Beautiful Ducking says avoiding closure with your parents can cause early molting. See? Closure.

Just repeat after me. You, your dad, talk-talk...

Abby, Abby, Abby! Listen, talking's a waste of time. I got to do something great so my dad doesn't think I'm such a loser.

Come on, you're not a loser. You're inventive and resourceful and funny and cute...

What?

Oh, you... [chuckles nervously] Um... [smiling broadly] Runt, should Chicken Little have a good talk with his dad and clean the air... [winks then frowns] ...Or keep searching for Band-Aid solutions and never deal with the problem?

Pfft! Band-Aid solutions!

Runt!

Well, I'm sorry! I'm very bad at reading facial cues.

Okay. Lemme guess. You haven't told your dad yet.

Well...

I knew it! Why haven't you told him? Because there hasn't been you, your dad, talk-talk-talking.

There was talking. There was... There was definitely talking.

Oh, really? What did he say? [Chicken Little only making stammering things] What? Alright, that's it! We are doing an intervention! You have got to stop messing around and deal with the problem!

She's right!

Abby, please. This is exactly what fell on me the first time. There's no way I'm bringing this up again with him.

No, he's not!

Runt!

Sorry! I'm a gutless flip-flopper.

Okay. I'm sure there's a simple, logical explanation. I mean, it could be a piece of weather balloon, or maybe it's part of some experimental communications satellite.

I don't care what it is. I want it out of my life, gone for good. Everything back to normal.

Hey, remember when that icy blue stuff fell from the sky? Everybody thought it was from space and stuff? And it just turned out to be frozen pee from a jet airplane.

Yeah, that's right. It's frozen pee. Yeah. It's frozen pee. [singing] Pee, pee, pee, pee pee.

Could you stop saying that?

What, pee?

Pee.

How 'bout Tinkle

Piddle?

Whiz? [Fish gurgles]

Wee-wee?

Okay, subject change.

Make Phishee?

I don't care what it is! Now are you gonna help me get rid of it or not?

Fish?

Fish!

Fish…

Fish…

WHERE ARE YOU, FISH?!

By the way, I'd like to say I've always found you extremely attractive. [he kisses Abby]

Now that's closure.

Sit tight, Fish!

Fish, we will try to save you!

Yeah!

I'm sorry! Wait!

Sorry!

Curb!

Ay!

Fish!

Abby! Abby! Wake up! Come on! Let's get outta here!
[?]

Fish?

Fish!

Fish...

Fish...

WHERE ARE YOU, FISH?!

Shh!

I can't handle the pressure!

Eh, there's no story here.

At least we can sell the video of Chickens Gone Wild.

I'm telling ya everybody, it was here!

No, wait! There were aliens!

It's true! They had eyes...They're glowing and then tentacles! And maps with planets with X's through them! AAHHH!!
Runt's Mother: [angrily grabs Runt by his ear] Runt, that's enough! Don't make mommy take away your Streisand collection! [drags him away]

Mom, can you leave Barbra out of this!

Why can't you keep that child of yours under control?!

What kind of parent are you?!

I'm telling you the truth! Dad! Dad! I am not making this up! You gotta believe me this time.

No, son. I don't. [chuckles] I can't tell you how embarrassed I am, folks. I'm really sorry about this, everyone. Looks like this is just a big, crazy misunderstanding.

Turkey Lurkey

Well, other than the penny, this whole evening was a wash!

Foxy Loxy

Oh, Mr. Cluck, don't take it so hard. No one blames you.

If there ever was a time to talk to your dad...it's now.

It's too late for that.

It's too late, baby, now it's too late. [sobbing] Though they really did try to make it.

Runt, just think about it.

Something inside has died and they just can't hide and they just can't fake it. Oh, no, no.

Runt, I really just want to be alone right now. [Abby, Fish, and Runt leave. Then, Chicken Little sees Kirby next to him all alone. It winks at him.] Oh! Abby! Runt! Fish! Look! There! Look there! Look there!

What is that thing?!

Aaaaaaah! Abby! Runt! Fish!

Look! There! Look there! Look there!

AGH! What is that thing?!

His name is Kirby?

They left him behind?

Darth Vader is Luke's father?

No, no, no, no. Come on, come on, don't cry. We're here for you. We're gonna do whatever it takes to get you back home, okay? Here, blow. [Kirby blows his nose. he tries to get it off, but wipes it off on the ground] See, guys? He's cool. He was just freaked out. That's all. [Kirby sneezes]

Chicken Little! [Kirby screams] What? Where's your head? We gotta get outta here! Come on! Come on... You, with the running and the jumping!

Dad, no, wait.

What are you guys doing? We gotta get outta here! It's like... It's like War of the Worlds out there!

Stop pulling!

Just listen to me for one second! It's not dangerous!

We are under attack! Will you two stop messing around and deal with the problem?

You're never there for me!

What?

Okay, that's not what I had in mind, but...

You're never there for me. I mean, you were there when I won the game, but not when I thought the sky fell and not at the ball field and certainly not now!

This is good! Keep going, keep going!

You've been ashamed since the acorn thing happened. We have to talk because Modern Mallard says avoiding closure can lead to molting and I'm already small and on top of that, I don't think I could handle being bald!

I... I didn't realize, son. I never meant to...The acorn, the sky, I mean, the whole... [sighs, chuckles] You're right. You're right. Your mom, she was...You know, she was always good with stuff like this. Me...I'm gonna need a lot of work. But you need to know that I love you, no matter what. And I'm sorry, I... And I'm sorry if I ever made you feel like that was something you had to earn. [Buck Cluck and Chicken Little hug]

Uh... Uh... And we're good. Let's go. Let's go.

Okay, Dad. Now, all we gotta do is return helpless little Kirby.

Return this whatever it is? This is crazy! Crazy! Crazy wonderful! Just tell me what you need me to do.

Do you really mean it?

You bet! Anything, son.

Come on, Dad. We've got a planet to save.

Crazy supportive. That's me! Ohh! This thing likes to nibble, doesn't it?

By the way, I'd like to say I've always found you extremely attractive. [kisses Abby]

Now that's closure.

Wait, wait, what's going on? Oh, they've given her an alien mind-wipe! [?]

Okay, son. What do we do now?

Uh, okay. This is a piece of cake, Dad. All we have to do is take the kid down the street to the giant metal alien.

Turkey Lurkey

Oh. We surrender! Here! Take the key to the city!

Turkey Lurkey

Key to my car?

Turkey Lurkey

Tic Tac?

Forget plan A!

Uh-oh.

Okay, okay, what now, son? Who, by the way, I support 100 percent.

Uh, plan B?

Ha-ha! Of course! Plan B! What is plan B?

What? You have to go to the bathroom? You want juice? A snack? Corn dog on a stick? Want to play some golf? What do you want?! I stink at this. I'm a horrible father.

No, no, I am.

Poo-tee-tah.

Oh, is that your parents?

Pooteetah, pooteetah. [sputtering]

That's it, Dad! Plan B! All we have to do is weave through traffic through town square while avoiding death rays from alien robots. We get to Town Hall, climb up to the roof and give the kid back to its parents.

Buck

Yeah! Charge!

Runt, just do it. It'll work. We'll survive!

I will survive? Brake, Abby!

Okay.