Morning, Ginger. Back from holiday?
I wasn't on holiday, Babs. I was in solitary confinement.
Oh, it's nice to get a bit of time to yourself, isn't it?
Bunty
Imelda Staunton · 27 quotes
Ginger
Julia Sawalha · 22 quotes
Rocky
Mel Gibson · 15 quotes
Fowler
Benjamin Whitrow · 14 quotes
Babs
Jane Horrocks · 13 quotes
Fetcher
Phil Daniels · 9 quotes
Nick
Timothy Spall · 9 quotes
Melisha Tweedy
7 quotes
Willard Tweedy
7 quotes
I mindre roller
6 quotes
Mac
Lynn Ferguson · 5 quotes
Most scenes together: Bunty & Ginger (18), Babs & Ginger (10), Rocky & Bunty (9)
Chicken Run quotes
Page 1 of 4Face it ducks; the chances of us escaping from here are a million to one.
Then there's still a chance.
Increase velocity!
What does that mean?
It means PEDAL YOUR FLIPPING GIBBLETS OUT!!!
Alright, Fowler! Ready for take-off!
Behind you all the way!
But... you're supposed to be up there! [points to the cockpit] You're the pilot!
Don't be ridiculous. I can't fly this contraption.
But... but back in your day. The Royal Air Force.
644 Squadron, Poultry Division! We were the mascots.
You mean you never actually FLEW the plane!?
Good heavens, no! I'm a CHICKEN! The Royal Air Force doesn't let chickens behind the controls of complex aircraft!
Hen
[The chickens hear this and start chattering in a panic.]
We're all gonna die!
You have to fly it. You're always talking about back in your day. Well, today is your day!
You can do it, you old sausage.
[Fowler pulls himself together, stands and salutes.]
Wing Commander T.I. Fowler reporting for duty. [The hens cheer; Fowler impatiently talks over them, heading for the cockpit.] Come on, what are you waiting for? Let's get this crate off the ground!
Fowler, NOW!
[manipulating levers]
Roger! Contact! [Chickens start peddling and the propeller starts spinning, saluting] Cleared for take off! [Three chickens hoist a ramp into place just in front of the fence, then scamper back toward the plane, calling down] Chocks away!
Chickens
Chocks away!
Full throttle! [pulls a lever]
[The wheels bounce along the rocky runway, lifting slightly, then touching back down. On the flying machine.]
We need more power!
I cannae work miracles, Cap'n! We're giving her all she's got!
[The plane continues, wheels bouncing, getting closer and closer to the ramp, picking up speed, when all of a sudden. Willard Tweedy kicks the ramp down.]
Gotcha!
Hard right!
[The plane banks a hard right.]
Oh, mother! [But the tail knocks him in the head and knocks him to the ground. It’s now heading down the opposite direction on the runway.]
Turn it around. I'll get the ramp!
[Ginger leaps off the plane, runs down the runway to the ramp. She struggles and strains to lift it.] [coldly]
Put the ramp down. [ She swings her axe and it wedged into the ramp] You are going to be a pie! [hears a sound of a trike bell ringing] Huh?
But you're supposed to be up there - you're the pilot.
Don't be ridiculous. I can't fly this contraption.
"Back in your day"? The Royal Air Force?
644 Squadron, Poultry Division - we were the mascots.
You mean you never actually flew the plane?!
Good heavens, no! I'm a chicken! The Royal Air Force doesn't let chickens behind the controls of a complex aircraft!
I thought you were going to teach us how to fly.
That's what I'm doing.
Isn't there usually some flapping involved?
Hey, do I tell you how to lay eggs? Relax, were making progress.
Really? I can't help feeling were going around in circles.
[Ginger points to the chickens, who are indeed, spinning around in circles]
Whoah, woah, cut it out! You're making me dizzy! There, I think they're ready to fly now.
Good, because they certainly can't walk anymore!
Listen. We'll either die free chickens or we die trying.
Are those the only choices?
So laying eggs all your life and then getting plucked, stuffed and roasted is good enough for you, is it?
It's a livin'.
So that's it! You're from the circus.
Shh!
You're on the run, aren't you?
I should turn you in right now!
You wouldn't!... Would you?
Give me one reason why I shouldn't.
Because I'm... cute?
[Ginger squawks loudly] [muffles her]
What are you doing?! Do you know what will happen if that guy finds me?!
It's a cruel world.
I've just decided, I don't like you.
I've just decided, I don't care. Now show us how to fly.
With this wing?!
Teach us then!
No!
[Ginger squawks again] [muffles her again]
Now you listen here, sister. I'm not going back to that life! I'm a lone free ranger! Emphasis on FREE!
And that's what we want! Freedom!
Teach us to fly, and we'll hide you.
And if I don't?!
Think everyone, think. What haven't we tried yet?
Uh...
We haven't tried NOT trying to escape.
What about Edwina? How many more empty nests will it take?
Well, perhaps it wouldn't be empty if she'd spent more time laying and less time escaping!
So laying eggs all your life and then getting plucked, stuffed and roasted is good enough for you; it is guilty?
It's a living.
Do you know what the problem is? The fences aren't just around the farm; they're up here [Points to head]. There is a better place out there, beyond on the hill, outdoors, trees and grass. You imagine it. Cool grass green.
Chicken
And who feeds us?
We feed ourselves.
Chicken
Where is the farm?
There is no farm.
Then where does the farmer live?
There is no farmer, Babs.
Is he on holiday?
He isn't anywhere! Don't you get it? There's no morning head count, no farmers, no dogs, no coops and locks and keys, and no fences!
In all my life, I've never heard such a fantastic... LOAD OF TRIPE. [The chickens start murmuring] Let's face the facts, ducks. The chances of US getting out of HERE are 1,000,000 (Million) to 1.
Then there's still a chance.
Mr. Tweedy
[being attacked by chickens]
Mrs Tweedy! The chickens are revolting!
Mrs. Tweedy
[not paying attention]
Finally, something we agree on.
Mrs. Tweedy
Chickens go in; pies come out.
Mr. Tweedy
What sort of pies?
Mrs. Tweedy
[sarcastic]
Apple.
Mr. Tweedy
My favourite!
Mrs. Tweedy
CHICKEN pies, you great lummox!
[aboard the flying machine]
The exits are located here and here. In the quite likely event of a emergency, put your head between your knees--
And kiss your bum goodbye!
Eggs from heaven.
No, from her bum.
First of all, we sneak in all quiet, like...
Yeah, like a-- [pauses] Like a fish? You stupid Norbert.