Chicken Run (2000)

Jane Horrocks: Babs

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• Babs : [after fainting from a near-death experience]  All of me life flashed before me eyes!

  [disappointed] 

  Babs : It was really borin'.

• Babs : I don't want to be a pie. I don't like gravy.

• Babs : Morning, Ginger. Back from holiday?

  Ginger : 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?

• Rocky : Listen. Shh. You hear that?

  [silence] 

  Rocky : 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.

• [Babs falls from they sky, nearly on their heads] 

  Nick : What's this caper love?

  Babs : We're flying!

  Nick : [wryly]  Obviously.

  [spots the intense attempts at flying] 

  Nick : Flippin' 'ell! Look at this, Fetch.

  Fetcher : They're gonna kill themselves!

  [Beat] 

  Fetcher : Wanna watch?

  Nick : [Ponders]  Yeah, all right.

• Ginger : Think, everyone, think. What *haven't* we tried yet?

  Bunty : We haven't tried *not* trying to escape.

  Babs : Hmm. *That* might work.

• Fowler : Increase velocity!

  Babs : What does that mean?

  Bunty : It means pedal your flippin' giblets out!

• [after Rocky leaves] 

  Babs : Perhaps he just went on holiday.

  Bunty : [grabbing Babs' knitting, throwing it on the ground, and stomping on it]  Perhaps he just went to get away from your infernal knitting!

  Mac : Well, you were the one that was always hitting him. Let's see how you like it.

  [shoves Bunty] 

  Bunty : Don't push me, four-eyes.

  [other chickens start fighting] 

• 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'.

• Ginger : Listen. We'll either die free chickens or we die trying.

  Babs : Are those the only choices?

• Ginger : You know what the problem is? The fences aren't just round the farm. They're up here, in you 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.

• Rocky : What's happening? What's going on?

  Babs : They took Ginger, Mr. Rhodes! They're taking her to the chop!

  Fowler : Well, what are you waiting for, laddie? Fly over there. Save her!

  Rocky : Of course - No, No! That's just what they'd expect. But I say, we give them the old element of surprise.

  Fowler : [chuckling]  And catch Jerry with his trousers down. I like the sound of that; what's the plan?

  Rocky : The plan... um, the plan. The plan! Uh - Babs, give me that thing. Bunty, give me a boost.

• Babs : Chicken feed. My favourite!

• Ginger : [shows the poster of Rocky to the chickens]  This is our way out of here.

  Babs : We'll make posters?

  Ginger : What's on the poster, Babs? What's *on* the poster? We'll fly out!

  Babs : He must be very important to have his picture taken. What do you suppose he does?

  Bunty : Isn't it obvious? He's a professional flying rooster. He flies from farm to farm giving demonstrations.

  Babs : Do you suppose?

  Bunty : Oh, absolutely.