CHICKEN RUN [2000]

Escape Or Die Frying

Now let that be a lesson for the lot of ya - no chicken escapes from Tweedy's farm! 

[Mr. Tweedy]

[Ginger]: You know what the problem is? 

The fences aren't just round the farm. They're up here, in your heads. 

There's a better place out there, somewhere beyond that hill, and it has wide open places, and lots of trees... and grass. 

Can you imagine that? Cool, green grass. 

[Hen]: Who feeds us? 

[Ginger]: We feed ourselves. 

[Hen]: Where's the farm?

[Ginger]: There is no farm. 

[Babs]: Then, where does the farmer live?

[Ginger]: There is no farmer, Babs.

[Babs]: Is he on holiday?

[Ginger]: He isn't anywhere! Don't you get it? 

There's no morning head count, no farmers, no dogs and coops and keys, and no fences.

[Bunty]: In all my life, I've never heard such a fantastic load of tripe. 

Oh, face the facts, ducks. 

The chances of us getting out of here are a million to one. 

[Ginger]: Then there's still a chance.  

Now, the most important thing is, we have to work as a team, 
which means: you do everything I tell you.

[Rocky]

[Rocky]: Wait a minute. Let me get this straight. 

You wanna get every chicken in this place out of here 'at the same time'?

[Ginger]: Of course.

[Rocky]: You're certifiable! You can't pull off a stunt like that. That's suicide. 

[Ginger]: Where there's a will, there's a way. 

[Rocky]: Couldn't agree more. And I 'will' be leaving 'that' way. 

[Rocky]: Listen. Shh. You hear that? [silence] That's the open road calling my name, and I was born to answer that call. Bye. [he leaves]

[Babs]: He must have very good hearing.

[Nick]: The exits are located here and here. 

In the quite likely event of an emergency, put your head between your knees... 

[Fetcher]: and kiss your bum goodbye! 

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