Chicken Run (2000)
Jane Horrocks: Babs
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Quotes
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Babs : I don't want to be a pie. I don't like gravy.
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[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.
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[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]
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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.
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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.
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Babs : Chicken feed. My favourite!
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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.