Chicken Run (2000)

Imelda Staunton: Bunty

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Quotes 

• Rocky : Easy, pops. Cockfighting's illegal where I come from.

  Bunty : And where is that exactly?

  Rocky : Just a little place I call the land of the free and the home of the brave.

  Mac : Scotland!

  Rocky : No! America.

• [Ginger has given a speech about the the advantages of a life free from the Tweedys] 

  Bunty : In all my life I've never heard such a fantastic... load of tripe! Oh, face the facts, ducks. The chances of us gettin' out of here are a million to one.

  Ginger : Then there's still a chance.

• [the chickens are panicking] 

  Ginger : Ladies, please. Let's not lose our heads.

  Bunty : Lose our heads? Aaaahh!

• 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!

• [on finding out Rocky can't fly. Inside joke, see Trivia] 

  Bunty : I knew he was fake all along. In fact, I'm not even certain he was American.

• [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] 

• [walking in on a jazz party] 

  Fowler : Now see here! I, I don't recall authorising a hop!

  Bunty : Oh, shut up and dance!

• [Edwina has been sent to the chop after she fails to produce any more eggs] 

  Ginger : Bunty, why didn't you give her some of yours?

  Bunty : I would have. She didn't tell me. She didn't tell anyone.

• Fowler : Dissension in the ranks. Precisely what Jerry would have wanted. The old divide and conquer A proper squadron work together, just like we did in my RAF 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. That's how you get medals.

  Bunty : Will you shut up about your stupid blooming medals!

  [slaps the medal from Fowler's hand, sending it into the mud] 

  Fowler : How dare you!

  [conks Bunty on the head and she groans] 

  Fowler : Madam, forgive me. A-As an officer, I offer my most--

  [Bunty punches him in the face] 

• 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.

• [Fowler is hesitant about piloting the Crate] 

  Ginger : Fowler, you *have* to fly it. You're always talking about "back in your day"; well, *today* is your day.

  [extends to Fowler his medal] 

  Bunty : You can do it, you old sausage.

  Fowler : [stares at the medal for a moment, takes it, and salutes Ginger]  Wing Commander T.I. Fowler, reporting for duty.

• Bunty : We mustn't panic. We mustn't panic!

  [after a second, she and the other chickens all scream] 

• 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.

• Fowler : [walks into the chickens dancing]  Now, see here! I don't recall authorizing a hop.

  Bunty : Oh, shut up and dance!

  [pulls him into the group] 

• [first lines] 

  Bunty : [Bunty gets stuck under fence due to her size]  I'm stuck!