Chicken Run (2000)
Imelda Staunton: Bunty
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Quotes
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[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.
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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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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]
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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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[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.
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Bunty : We mustn't panic. We mustn't panic!
[after a second, she and the other chickens all scream]
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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.
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[first lines]
Bunty : [Bunty gets stuck under fence due to her size] I'm stuck!