Chicken Run

2000 British animation comedy film

Chicken Run is a 2000 clay animation film made by the Aardman Animations Studios. It tells the story of a band of chickens who seek escape from their coop before their owners, mild-mannered egg farmer Mr. Tweedy and his overbearing wife, make them all into chicken pot pies.

Directed and written by Peter Lord and Nick Park.
This Ain't No Chick Flick! taglines



  • [To Fowler, after he says he can't pilot the flying machine] Fowler, you have to fly it. You're always talking about back in your day- well, today is your day!
  • [To Bunty, after being berated about the chances of escaping] Then there's still a chance.
  • [To the hens as they panic about being chicken pies] Ladies, please, let's not lose our heads.
  • [To Rocky as they talk on the roof of Hut 17] It's funny, I've...never actually felt grass beneath my feet.
  • [After being asked by Mac about the next escape plan] Let's face it. The only way out of wrapped in pastry.
  • [To Rocky, after she drags him behind Hut 17] If we don't see some results by tomorrow, the deal is off and you're on your own. No more hiding. The farmers will find you and it's back to the circus, flyboy!
  • [To Rocky as he tries to find a way out of the chicken coop] Mr. Rhodes? Um, perhaps I didn't explain our situation properly. We lay eggs, day in and day out, and when we can't lay anymore, they kill us.
  • [To the hens after they fail to give her ideas for an escape plan] You know what the problem is? The fences aren't just around the farm, they're up here, in your heads. There's a better place out there, somewhere beyond that hill a-and, it has wide open spaces and lots of trees... and grass. Can you imagine that? Cool, green grass.
  • [In solemn desperation when she realises what she's doing] Oh no, oh no, oh no! What am I doing? Who are you trying to fool? You can't lead this bunch of... [Bangs the fence wire, making it rattle] Argh! [Sighs] Heaven help us...
  • [Whispers, after Edwina has been killed] We've got to get out of here...


  • [After Fowler leaves Hut 17] Hey, what's eatin' Grandpa?
  • [Ginger squawks loudly to attract the attention of Mr. Tweedy, Mrs. Tweedy and the ] Was your father, by any chance, a VULTURE?!
  • [telling jokes at a party] ...And the pig says to the horse: "Hey, fella! Why the long face?"
  • [Rocky and Ginger are in an oven] It's like an oven in here!
  • [To Fowler when hidden by Ginger] Give it a rest, pops!
  • [To Ginger] Nice hideout. Ouch, I had more room in my egg.


  • [after Mac's demonstration smashes a turnip] Good grief! The turnip's bought it!
  • Operation Cover-Up! [Is then covered with an old sock]
  • [About Rocky] I don't like the look of this one. His eyes are too close together. And he's a YANK!
  • Poppycock! Pushy Americans. Always showing up late for every war. Overpaid, oversexed, and over here!
  • Ahem. Cock-a-doodle-doo! What, what.
  • Dissension in the ranks? Precisely what Jerry would have wanted! The old "divide and conquer"!
  • [Convinced by Ginger to attempt flying the plane] Wing Commander, T.I. Fowler- reporting for duty.
  • Keep pedalling! We're not there yet! You can't see paradise if you don't pedal! Put your drumsticks into it!


  • In all my life I've never heard such a fantastic.. "load" of TRIPE!
  • [repeated line, hitting Rocky's back] Give over!
  • I knew he was a fake all along. In fact, I'm not even certain he was American.


  • [To Nick and Fetcher] We're flying!
  • [Jumping excitedly, proud of herself for "flying"] I flew! I flew!
  • [After escaping] This is a lovely holiday. I'll be sad to go back.


  • [showing Ginger's new plan] Right. We tried going under the wire, and that didnae work. So the plan is... we go over it. [reveals a model of a catapult and shows a turnip dressed as a chicken] This is us, right? We get in, like this... [puts the turnip in the catapult] wind her up... [does exactly what she says] and... LET HER GO! [launches the turnip into a wall which causes it to splat and also causes the other chickens to panic]
  • [To Ginger] Aye, hen. And I hate to be the voice of doom, but I've been calculatin' my figures, and...I just don't think we're built for flyin'.

Mrs. TweedyEdit

  • [to Mr. Tweedy] Quiet. I'm onto something.
  • It's all in your head, Mr. Tweedy. Say it!
  • [looming over Ginger with an axe] Put the ramp down!
  • [About the pie machine] This is our future, Mr. Tweedy. No more wasting time with petty egg collection and minuscule profits.
  • [to Mr. Tweedy, who is starting to talk about Ginger and the hens again] They're CHICKENS, you dolt! Apart from you, they're the most stupid creatures on this planet! They don't plot! They don't scheme! AND THEY ARE NOT ORGANIZED!
  • I'm sick and tired of making miniscule profits.
  • [to Ginger] You are going to be a pie!
  • D'oh! Stupid, worthless creatures!
  • Get the chickens.
  • [To Mr. Tweedy after he berates her about not believing him all along] MR. TWEEDY!!! DO YOU THINK I WANT TO HEAR YOU SAY I TOLD YOU SO??!!

Mr. TweedyEdit

  • [sees the chickens with his tools] Me tools! [the chickens all grow silent and look up at Mr. Tweedy] Why, you thieving little buggers!
  • It's all in your head. It's all in your head. It's all in your head.
  • Oh, yes. Those chickens are up to summat. They're organized, I know it! That Ginger one - I reckon she's their leader...
  • [To Mrs. Tweedy, after the chickens have escaped and the farm is covered in gravy] I told you they was organised!
  • [Before pushing the door on Mrs. Tweedy after she shouts at him] Well, just for that...take this!


[Bunty, Babs and another hen sneak towards Hut 17 with knitted masks over them. Bunty bangs the door, and Ginger lets them in when she sees who it is, except for Babs, who just stands there. Ginger then pulls Babs in by her wing]
Babs: Ohh!
[Nick bangs the door, and Ginger looks to see who it is.]
Nick: You called? Nick and…
Fetcher: Fetcher.
Nick: At your service.
[Ginger comes out the door. Suddenly, she hears dogs barking and sees Mr. Tweedy looking out the farmhouse window]
Ginger: Over here!
[She leads Nick and Fetcher to a corner.]
Ginger: We need some more things.
Nick: Right you are, miss! [opens a lunchbox and holds up a couple thimbles] How about this quality, hand-crafted tea set?
Ginger: Um, no...
Fetcher: [holds up a drain plug on a chain] Or this lovely necklace and pendant?
Ginger': Well, it's lovely...
Nick: [holds up a badminton birdie] Or how about this little number that's all the rage in the most fashionable coops in Paris. Simply pop it on like so... [pops it on Ginger's head, feathers side up so that she looks like an Indian] And as the French hens say, "Voila!"
Fetcher: That is French.
Nick: And that's two hats in one, miss. For parties... [turns the birdie over, making it look like a wedding veil] ...for weddings! Oh, madame! This makes you look like a vision, like a dream.
Fetcher: Like a duck!
[Nick glares at him]
Ginger: No, thank you. [takes off the birdie and shows a diagram of a catapult] We're making this. We need these things. Can you get them?
Nick: Ooh-hoo-hoo. Ooh, This is a big job, miss. Oh, bigger than the other ones. No, no, this is gonna cost.
Ginger: Same as always: one bag of seed. [hands Nick a bag of chicken feed]
Nick: You call this pay?!
Fetcher: It's chicken feed!
Ginger: What else could we give you?
Nick: Eggs.
Ginger: Eggs?!
Fetcher: Eggs. [holds up an egg cup and licks his lips]
Ginger: We can't give you our eggs. They're too valuable.
Nick: And so are we. [packs up to leave] After you, Fetcher.
Fetcher: [pause] After I what?
Nick: Move!

Ginger: Think everyone, think. What haven't we tried yet?
Babs: Uh--
Bunty: We haven't tried not trying to escape.
Babs: [happily] Hmm. That might work.
Ginger: What about Edwina? How many more empty nests will it take?
Bunty: Well, perhaps it wouldn't be empty if she'd spent more time laying and less time escaping!
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 living.

Bunty: In all my life I've never heard such a fantastic... LOAD OF TRIPE!
[The chickens start murmuring]
Bunty: Oh, face the facts, ducks; the chances of us getting out of here are a million to one.
Ginger: Then there's still a chance.

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?

[first lines]
[Ginger has just dug a hole with a spoon to get under the fence. She signals Bunty, Babs, Edwina and some other chickens to come over to the fence, but they make a loud noise once they come to the fence]
Bunty: [loud whispering] Shush!
Babs: [whimpers]
[Bunty tries to get under the fence, but she is too big. Mr. Tweedy hears this and turns around]
Bunty: I'm stuck!
[Ginger rolls her eyes and goes to help Bunty get under the fence, but Edwina, Babs and the other chickens are making too much noise trying to push Bunty under. Once Ginger arrives to the rescue, she puts her wing over Bunty's beak so that Mr. Tweedy doesn't hear her. Unfortunately, the noise of Edwina, Babs and the other chickens trying to push her under the fence attracts the attention of the dogs. Ginger hears the dogs and sees Mr. Tweedy trying to hold them back]
Ginger: Get back!

Ginger: Listen. We'll either die free chickens or we die trying.
Babs: Are those the only choices?

Fowler: [About Rocky] I don't like the look of this one. His eyes are too close together.
Ginger: Fowler, please!
Fowler: AND he's a YANK!
Rocky: Easy, pops. Cockfighting's illegal where I come from.
Bunty: And where is that, exactly?
Rocky: Ah, just a little place I call The Land of the Free, and the Home of the Brave.
Mac: Scotland!
Rocky: No! America!
Chickens: Oooh! America!

Rocky: Hey, what's eatin' Grandpa?
Ginger: Oh, don't mind him, Mr...Mr...
Rocky: The name's Rocky. Rocky the Rhode Island Red. Rhodes for short.
Random Hen: Rocky Rhodes?
Rocky: Catchy, ain't it?

Ginger: Alright, Fowler! Ready for takeoff!
Fowler: Behind you all the way!
Ginger:'re supposed to be up there! [points to the cockpit] You're the pilot!
Fowler: Don't be ridiculous. I can't fly this contraption.
Ginger: But...but "back in your day"? The Royal Air Force?
Fowler: 644 Squadron, Poultry Division! We were the mascots.
Ginger: You mean you never actually FLEW the plane?!
Fowler: Good heavens, no! I'm a chicken! The Royal Air Force doesn't let chickens behind the controls of complex aircraft!

Rocky: So, you wanna fly? Well, it ain't gonna be easy. And it ain't gonna happen overnight either. You see, flying takes three things: Hard work, perseverance and... hard work.
Fowler: You said "hard work" twice!
Rocky: That's because it takes twice as much work as perseverance. [licks a feather and shows it to the hens, making all of them except Ginger laugh]
Fowler: Codswallop! [muttering] Cocky Yanks think that they know it all... [goes back into Hut 1]

Nick: We slipped into the farmer's room, all quiet, like...
Fetcher: [interrupting] Like a fish!
Nick: Yeah, and we-- [pauses] Like a FISH? You stupid Norbert.

Nick: [aboard the flying machine] The exits are located here and here. In the quite likely event of an emergency, put your head between your knees and--
Fetcher: Kiss your bum goodbye!

Mr. Tweedy: [being attacked by the chickens] MRS. TWEEDY! THE CHICKENS ARE REVOLTING!
Mrs. Tweedy: [with her back turned, not paying attention] Finally, something we agree on.

[Bunty is laying eggs from her nest for Nick and Fetcher to get more supplies as they are building the flying machine]
Nick: Eggs from Heaven!
Fetcher: No! From her bum!

[On the flying machine]
Fowler: We need more power!
Mac: I cannae work miracles, captain! We're giving her all she's got!
[later, when Mrs. Tweedy grabs onto the string that the flying machine is pulling]
Fowler: Great Scott! What was that?!
Mac: A cling-on, Captain! And the engines can't take it!

Fowler: Increase velocity!
Babs: What does that mean?

[After everyone is yelling]
Rocky: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa! Let's back up and start from the top! Where am I?
Ginger: Oh, you're right, how rude of us. We're just very exci-- [clears throat] This is a chicken farm.
Babs: And we're the chickens! [winks]
Rocky: Ah, I'm with you so far. Chicken farm, chickens...

[Ginger makes a speech to the hens with Rocky behind her]
Ginger: I KNEW it was possible.
Rocky: Oh its possible alright.
Ginger: I KNEW the answer would come.
Rocky: Amen!
Ginger: We're all going to FLY over that fence and Mr. Rhodes is going to SHOW us how, right?
Rocky: That's r... w-w-WHAT?.. Did you say "fly"?
Ginger: You can teach us.
Rocky: No I can't. [The other hens sigh in despair] Listen, shh, you hear that? [Silence] That's the open road calling my name and I was born to answer that call. Bye. [Dashes out the coop]
Babs: He must have very good hearing.

[Fowler is forced to share his bunk in Hut 1 with Rocky]
Fowler: ABSOLUTELY OUTRAGEOUS! Asking a senior officer to share his quarters! And with a non-commissioned Yank, no less! Why, back in my day, I'd never...
Rocky: Hey! You weren't exactly MY first choice either. And scoot over, your wing's on my side of the bunk--
Fowler: "YOUR SIDE OF THE BUNK"?! The WHOLE bunk is MY side of the bunk!
Rocky: [snapping back] Just-- Oh, what's that smell?! Is that your breath?
Fowler: [grumbling] ... It's absolutely outrageous...

Mac: THRUST! [rapidfire] I went over my calculations, hen, and I forgot the key element we're missing is thrust!
Rocky: I-– I didn't get a word of that.
Mac: THRUST! Other birds, like ducks and geese, when they take off, what do they have? THRUST!
Rocky: I swear she ain't using real words.
Ginger: She said we need more thrust.
Rocky: Oh! Thrust! Well, of course we need thrust! Thrust and flying are like, well, like this. [counts on his feathers] That's flying, and that's thrust.
Ginger: Will you excuse us?
Mac: Aye.

Ginger: Where there's a will, there's a way
Rocky: Couldn't agree more. And I WILL be leaving THAT way.
Ginger: But...Mr. Rhodes...Please!
Rocky: [singing] Oh, I'm the type of guy...that likes to roam around. [a horn honks and a van comes into view] I'm never in... [gasps and dashes behind the hut]]

Ginger: So that's it! You're from the circus!
Rocky: Shh!
Ginger: You're on the run, aren't you?
[Rocky pulls her behind Hut 17]
Rocky: You wanna keep it down?! I'm trying to lay low 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? [Ginger stares at him and squawks loudly, he quickly clamps her beak shut] Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey! What kind of crazy chick are you? Do you know what will happen if he finds me?!
Ginger: It's a cruel world.
Rocky: I've just decided, I don't like you.
Ginger: I've just decided, I don't care. Now show us how to fly.
Rocky: With this wing?!
Ginger: Teach us, then!
Rocky: No!
[Ginger squawks again]
Mrs. Tweedy: He's valuable, you say?
Circus Man: Sure. He's valuable alright. You see, he's our last Rhode Island Red, and...
Mrs. Tweedy: Say no more. [muttering to Mr. Tweedy]] Get the torch.
Rocky: [clamps her beak closed again] Now you listen here, sister. I'm not going back to that life! I'm a lone free ranger - emphasis on "FREE"!
Ginger: And that's what WE want! Freedom! [Rocky notices the Tweedys approaching] Fancy that, they're coming this way.
Rocky: Oh no! Oh no, they're after me!
Ginger: Teach us to fly, and we'll hide you.
Rocky: And if I don't?! [Ginger starts to squawk again when Rocky clamp her beak shut the instant she does] Was your father, by any chance, a VULTURE?!
Ginger: Do we have a deal? [Offers her wing to seal the deal. Rocky reluctantly agrees and Ginger pulls him behind Hut 17]

Rocky: Time to make good on that deal, doll--
Ginger: [grabs his beak] The NAME... is Ginger.
[Ginger knocks on the wall of Hut 17. A hidden door opens and two chickens grab her and Rocky and take them inside]

Ginger: I thought you were going to teach us how to FLY.
Rocky: That's what I'm doing.
Ginger: Isn't there usually some flapping involved?
Rocky: Hey, do I tell you how to lay eggs? Relax! We're making progress.
Ginger: Really? I can't help feeling we're going round in circles.
[Ginger points to the chickens, who are indeed, spinning around in circles]
Rocky: What the... hey! Cut it out! You're making ME dizzy! [The chickens stop, and start wobble around uneasily and toppling over] There. I think they're ready to fly now.
Ginger: Good, because they certainly can't WALK anymore!

[After Ginger has told the chickens that the Tweedys are planning to kill them all]
Rocky: Listen, I've met some hard-boiled eggs in my day, but I'd say you're about 20 minutes!
Ginger: And what's that supposed to mean?
Rocky: It means you gotta lighten up. You see, over in America, we have this rule: "If you want to motivate someone, DON'T mention DEATH!"
Ginger: Funny. Over here, the rule is "Always tell the truth!"
Rocky: Oh, and hey, that's been working like a real charm, hasn't it? Here's some free advice: you want them to perform? Tell them what they wanna hear.
Ginger: You mean lie? [she exits Hut 1]
Rocky: [sighs] Here we go again. You know what your problem is? You're... difficult!
Ginger: Why, because I'm honest?! I CARE about what happens to them! Something I wouldn't expect a LONE FREE RANGER to know anything about!
Rocky: Hey, if this is the way you show it, I hope you never care about me!
Ginger: I can assure you, I never will!
Rocky: Good!
Ginger: Fine!

[The pie machine has been built and Mr. and Mrs. Tweedy looks at it]
Mr. Tweedy: Ooh! That's champion, that is. What is it?
Mrs. Tweedy: It's a pie machine, you idiot. Chickens go in, pies come out.
Mr. Tweedy: Oh! What kind of pies?
Mrs. Tweedy: [sarcastic] Apple.
Mr. Tweedy: My favorite!
Mrs. Tweedy: [forcefully] CHICKEN pies, you great lummox! [calmly] Imagine it! In less than a fortnight, every grocer's in the county will be stocked with box upon box of "Mrs Tweedy's Homemade Chicken Pies".
Mr. Tweedy: Just "Mrs"?
Mrs. Tweedy: Woman's touch. Makes the public feel more comfortable.
Mr. Tweedy: Oh, right. How does it work? [about to pull the gearshift]
Mrs. Tweedy: [slaps Mr. Tweedy on the hand] Get me a chicken and I'll show you.
Mr. Tweedy: I know just the one... [he walks out]

[Ginger has been strapped on the pie machine, and can't get free]
Rocky: Yo! Baby doll!
Ginger: Rocky!
Rocky: I'm coming! [He begins slipping on the metal] I'm still coming!
Ginger: Come on! Stop this thing!
Rocky: I'm getting there! [The machine releases Ginger. Rocky makes a grab at her but misses as she falls down a chute] Oh, shoot!
Ginger: ROCKY!
Rocky: I'll be down there before you can say- [Mixed vegetables tumble towards him] MIXED VEGETABLES?! [is knocked down the chute]

[last lines]
Nick: Here's a thought. Why don't we get an egg and start out own chicken farm? That way we'd have all the eggs we could eat.
Fetcher: Right. We'll need a chicken, then.
Nick: No, no, we need an egg. You have the egg first, that's where you get the chicken from.
Fetcher: No, that's cobblers. If you don't have a chicken, how are you going to get the egg?
Nick: From the chicken that comes from the egg.
Fetcher: Yeah, but you have to have an egg to have a chicken.
Nick: Yeah, but you've got to get the chicken first to get the egg, and then you get the egg to get the chicken out of...
Fetcher: Hang on. Let's go over this again?


  • This Ain't No Chick Flick!
  • Escape or Die Frying.
  • A Few Good Hen.
  • There's Nothing More Determined Than Poultry With A Plan.
  • She's Poultry In Motion.
  • Feathers Will Fly!
  • The Lone Free Ranger.
  • It's Chicken Impossible.
  • A Chicken Will Rise!
  • The Cluck Stops Here.
  • Run, Don't Walk!

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