Bunty:
That is the most fantastic LOAD OF TRIPE I've ever heard!
The chances of us escaping are a million to one. Ginger:
Then there's still a chance.
Ginger: We die free or we die trying. Babs: Are those the
only choices?
Rocky Rhodes the Rhode Island Red Rooster: Now, the most
important thing is, we have to work as a team, which means:
you do everything I tell you.
Fetcher the Rat: Birds of a feather flop together.
Babs: I don't want to be a pie. I don't like gravy!
Ginger: So, laying eggs all your life and then getting stuffed
and roasted, that's good enough for you, is it? Babs: It's
a living.
Babs: I saw my whole life flash before me eyes! It was really
boring.
[The chickens are panicking] Ginger: Calm down, we mustn't
lose our heads! Bunty: Lose our heads?! Aaaahh!
Babs: Morning, Ginger, back from holiday? Ginger: I wasn't
on holiday, Babs. I was in solitary confinement. Babs: Aww...
it's nice to get some time to yourself, isn't it?
Ginger: You mean you weren't the pilot? Fowler: Good heavens,
no! I'm a chicken! The Royal Air Force doesn't allow chickens
behind the controls of complex aircraft!
Rocky Rhodes the Rhode Island Red Rooster: The name's Rocky.
Rocky the Rhode Island Red. Rhodes for short. Bunty: Rocky
Rhodes? Rocky Rhodes the Rhode Island Red Rooster: Catchy,
huh?
Fetcher the Rat: It's raining hen!
Rocky Rhodes the Rhode Island Red Rooster: You see, flying
takes three things: Hard work, perseverance and... hard
work. Fowler: You said "hard work" twice! Rocky Rhodes the
Rhode Island Red Rooster: That's because it takes twice
as much work as perseverance.
Mr. Tweedy: What is it? Mrs. Tweedy: It's a pie machine,
you idiot. Chickens go in, pies come out. Mr. Tweedy: Ooh,
what kind of pies? Mrs. Tweedy: Apple. Mr. Tweedy: My favorite.
Mrs. Tweedy: Chicken pies, you great lummox!
Fowler: Pushy Americans, always showing up late for every
war. Overpaid, oversexed, and over here!
Ginger: I should turn you in right now. Rocky: You wouldn't...
would you? Ginger: Give me one reason why I shouldn't. Rocky:
Because I'm... cute?
[The plane reels as Mrs. Tweedy hangs on to it.] Fowler:
Great Scott, what was that? Mac: [Scottish accent] A cling-on,
cap'n, and the engines can't take it!
