Babs [After she fainted from a near-death experience]
All me life flashed before me eyes. [disappointed] It was really borin'.
Voiced by Jane Horrocks 
Chicken Run (2000) · 55 quotes
Chicken Run (2000) · 55 quotes
5th most-quoted character in Chicken Run (2000): in 13 of its 55 quotes
Most scenes with: Ginger (10), Bunty (9), Rocky (3)
I don't want to be a pie! I don't like gravy.
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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'.
Babs Morning, Ginger. Back from holiday?
I wasn't on holiday, Babs. I was in solitary confinement.
Babs Oh, it's nice to get a bit of time to yourself, isn't it?
Listen. We'll either die free chickens or we die trying.
Babs Are those the only choices?
Increase velocity!
Babs What does that mean?
It means PEDAL YOUR FLIPPING GIBBLETS OUT!!!
Oh, yes how rude of us it's just that we're very exci- This is a chicken farm.
Babs And we're the chickens.
[Mr. Willard Tweedy walks with the dogs by a flashlight, then shakes a lock, then continues walking with the dogs. A hen named Ginger has just dug a hole with a spoon to get under the fence. She signals Bunty, Babs, and three other chickens to come over to the fence. But they make a loud noise once they come to the fence] [loud whispering]
Shush!
Babs [whimpers]
[Bunty tries to get under the fence. But she is too big. Willard Tweedy hears this and turns around.]
I'm stuck!
[Ginger rolls her eyes and goes to help Bunty get under the fence. But Edwina, Babs and the other chickens are making too much noise trying to push Bunty under. Once Ginger arrives to the rescue, she puts her wing over Bunty's beak so that Willard Tweedy doesn't hear her. Unfortunately, the noise of Edwina, Babs, and the other chickens trying to push her under the fence attracts the attention of the dogs. Ginger hears the dogs and sees Willard Tweedy trying to hold them back]
Get back!
[They all pull her out of the fence, with Ginger pushing, and then lie down. Ginger runs away from the dog, followed by Mr. Tweedy. The dog continues running at Ginger, then another dog runs at her, chasing her by the door. The dogs walk up the stairs and then touch a gnome. The dogs walk up. Ginger she grabs a garden gnome to fend them off. The dog bites the gnome's head off. Then suddenly the doors open. The dogs cower. Ginger spins around to find Melisha Tweedy, Mr. Tweedy's wife, her face icy and expressionless]
Eh?
What is that chicken doing outside the fence?
Just deal with it. Now!
[Melisha slams the door. She goes back to bed. Willard cowers and carries Ginger to an old coal bin near the side of the barn] [to Ginger]
I'll teach you to make a fool out of me. [He throws Ginger inside, then closes the top and turns to the other chickens] Now let that be a lesson to the lot of you! NO CHICKEN ESCAPES (clenches his right fist) FROM (with point) TWEEDY'S FARM! [He walks away & ready for bed]
Babs [Bunty, Babs and another hen sneak towards Hut 17 with knitted masks over them. Bunty bangs the door, and Ginger lets them in when she sees who it is, except for Babs, who stands there. Ginger then pulls Babs in by her wing]
Ohh!
Fetcher.
At your service.
[Ginger comes out the door. Suddenly, she hears dogs barking and sees Mr Tweedy looking out the farmhouse window]
Over here!
Right you are, Miss! [opens a lunchbox and holds up a couple of thimbles] How about this quality, hand-crafted tea set?
Um, no...
Well, it's lovely...
[holds up a badminton birdie]
Or how about this little number that's all the rage in the most fashionable coops in Paris. Simply pop it on like so... [pops it on Ginger's head, feathers side up so that she looks like an Indian] And as the French hens say, "Voilà!"
That IS French.
And that's two hats in one, Miss. For parties... [turns the birdie over, making it look like a wedding veil] ...For weddings! Uh, madame! This makes you look like a vision, like a dream.
Like a duck!
[Nick glares at him]
No, thank you. [takes off the birdie and shows a diagram of a catapult] We're making this. We need these things. Can you get them?
Ooh-hoo-hoo, ooh, this is a big job, Miss. Uh, bigger than the other ones. No, no, this is gonna cost.
Same as always: one bag of seed. [hands Nick a bag of chicken feed]
You call this pay?!
It's chicken feed!
What else could we give you?
Eggs.
Eggs?!
Eggs. [holds up an egg cup and licks his lips]
We can't give you our eggs. They're too valuable.
And so are we. [packs up to leave] After you, Fetcher.
Move!
Think everyone, think. What haven't we tried yet?
Babs Uh...
We haven't tried NOT trying to escape.
Babs [happily]
Hmm. That might work.
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?
Babs 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.
Babs Then where does the farmer live?
There is no farmer, Babs.
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.
Oh, it's possible, alright.
I knew the answer would come.
Amen!
We're all going to FLY over that fence, and Mr Rhodes is going to show us how, right?
That's r... W-w-what, did you say "fly"?
You can teach us.
No, I can't. [The other hens sigh in despair] Listen. Shh! You hear that? [silence] That's the open road calling my name, and I was born to answer that call. Bye! [dashes out the coop]
Babs ...He must have very good hearing.
[The chickens are finding out on a poster that Rocky can't fly.]
Oh, a cannon. Aye, that would give you thrust.
I knew he was fake all along. In fact, I'm not even certain he was American.
So, what's the next plan, hen?
Babs Perhaps he just went on holiday.
Perhaps he just wanted to get away from your infernal knitting! [angrily snatches Babs' knitting and stamps it in the mud]
You were always the one that was always hitting him. See how you like it! [pushes Bunty]
Bunty Don't push me, four eyes!
[They start fighting, but Fowler enters.]
Quiet there! Quiet, I say! Dissension in the ranks. Precisely what Jerry would have wanted. The old divide and conquer. A proper squadron works together, like we did in my R.A.F. days. Jocko at the stick, Flappy at the map, and old Whizzbang at the tail-end Charlie. WingCo would give the call, hop in the old crate, chocks away! Wizard show it was. [shows Bunty his air-force medal] That's how you get medals.
[Bunty furiously slaps the air-force medal out of Fowler's hand and it lands in front of Ginger in the mud, the chickens gasp at it.]
HOW DARE YOU! [angrily hits Bunty with his cane, but then quickly retracts his actions, realising what he's done] Madam, forgive me. A-As an officer, I offer my most-
[Bunty punches Fowler, and all the chickens start fighting in the mud. Ginger sees the Air Force medal and picks it up.]
Fowler. [turns to the chickens fighting in the mud] Everyone! SHUT UP!
[All the chickens stop fighting, with Babs holding on the leg by the mouth, long pause] [clears throat]
Fowler, what exactly is the R.A.F.?
[pulls his face out of the mud]
What do you mean, what is it? [salutes] The Royal Air Force is what! [chuckles]
Then what's the "old crate"?
[Loud nose occurs, the crate is pulled down slightly and the chickens scream]
Great Scott! What was that?!
A cling-on cap'n! And the engines can't take it!
Babs [rumages through her handbag, throwing out a knit, a toothbrush, a lipstick, before finding the scissors]
Bingo!
Lower me down.
But... Ginger...
Just do it.
Increase velocity!
Babs What does that mean?
It means PEDAL YOUR FLIPPIN' GIBLETS OUT!!
I'm trying!
GINGER! [She raising her axe. But then Rocky starts firing eggs at Melisha Tweedy]
FIRE! FIRE!
Oh, me eggs. [Ginger loses Babs' scissors]
MORE AMMO, HURRY!
WE'VE GOT NO MORE EGGS!
GINGER! LOOK OUT!
[Snarling. Melisha Tweedy breaks the wire with her axe, and seemingly beheads Ginger]
NOOOOO!!! [after a moment of silence, she ducks and cover Ginger looks up at Melisha Tweedy, completely unharmed]
[Groans. Ginger reveals the severed Christmas lights in front of Melisha Tweedy]
HUH?!
Bye-bye! [Melisha Tweedy screams after her side of the wire is lets go]
BOMBS AWAY!
Oh, that was good, that was GOOD!
The Old Bird bought it! [laughing]
Mrs. Tweedy!, Mrs. Tweed-- [He then sees Melisha Tweedy shrieking and flailing in the blocked-up safety valve; inside, Melisha Tweedy sees the boiling gravy rising. As the machine begins malfunctioning, Willard Tweedy slowly backs away while closing the door, and the pie machine explodes in the distance, creating a mushroom cloud of gravy]
Rocky and Ginger
WHOA!
[Gravy leaks down the door, Willard Tweedy then opens the door to see Melissa Tweedy injured while the two guard dogs are happily licking up the spilt gravy] [his last words]
I told you they were organized. [Melisha Tweedy soon begins growling, and before she's about to reprimand him, she lets out a yelp as the now unsupported door falls flat on her.]
[The chickens continue to celebrate, Mac gives Fowler a big kiss on the cheek, Bunty hugs Babs, Nick tearfully hugs Fetcher, and Ginger grabs Rocky and finally gives him that big kiss. The pedalling chickens stop pedalling.]
KEEP PEDDLING! We’re not there yet! [The plane rises again and sails off toward the sunset] You can’t see paradise if you don’t pedal! Put your drumsticks into it. [hand-flying the plane through the air] That's what I told them, what what. We were losing altitude, you see, and heading for a fearful prang.
Babs [She push the swing]
This is a lovely holiday. I’11l be sad to go back.
Safety is at all times imperative. Now, wind her up and let her go.
