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Rocky (Character)
from Chicken Run (2000)

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Chicken Run (2000)
Rocky: Now, the most important thing is, we have to work as a team, which means: you do everything I tell you.

Rocky: The name's Rocky. Rocky the Rhode Island Red. Rhodes for short.
Bunty: Rocky Rhodes?
Rocky: Catchy, ain't it?

Rocky: 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.

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 squawks to attract the farmer's attention]
Rocky: Hey, hey, hey, hey. Wwhat kind of crazy chick are you? Do you know what'll happen if he finds me?
Ginger: [quoting him] It's a cruel world.
Rocky: I just decided, I don't like you.
Ginger: I just decided, I don't care.

Rocky: What's eating Grandpa?

[after being asked where he's from]
Rocky: Oh, just a little place I call the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Mac: Scotland!
Rocky: No! America.

Rocky: [Presenting himself] You see, I'm a traveller by nature. I did that whole barnyard thing for a while but I couldn't really get into it.
[to one of the chickens]
Rocky: Hi, how are you?
[she swoons and faints, Rocky continues]
Rocky: Nope! The open road, that's more my style. Yep, just give me a pack on my back and point me where the wind blows. In fact, you know what they call me back home? You're gonna love this: The Lone Free Ranger.

[Rocky and Ginger are in an oven]
Rocky: It's like an oven in here.

Rocky: [to Ginger after being put against the wall] You know, you're the first chick I ever met with the shell still on.

[Fowler is forced to share his bunk with Rocky]
Fowler: Absolutely outrageous! Asking a senior officer to share his quarters. And with a noncommissioned 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... What's that smell? Is that your breath?
Fowler: It's absolutely outrageous.

Rocky: Wait a minute. Let me get this straight. You wanna get every chicken in this place out of here *at the same time*?
Ginger: Of course.
Rocky: You're certifiable! You can't pull off a stunt like that; that's suicide.
Ginger: Where there's a will, there's a way.
Rocky: Couldn't agree more. And I *will* be leaving *that* way.

Rocky: [escaping from circus, shooing through the air]
[shouts]
Rocky: FREEEEEEEEEEEEDOM!

Rocky: [lands in dough] D'oh. Get it? Dough!
Ginger: I'm stuck!

Rocky: [Ginger falls down a chute] Oh, shoot!
Ginger: [falling] Rocky!
Rocky: I'll be down before you can say...
[spots something about to be dumped on him]
Rocky: ... "mixed vegetables"!

[encouraging after a failed day of "flying"]
Rocky: Ducky, I think you flew four feet today!
Nick: Right, four feet! From the roof to the ground.

Rocky: Ouch! What happened to my wing?
Ginger: You took a rather nasty fall.
Mac: [very fast, in strong Scottish accent] And sprained the anterior tendon connecting your radius to your humerus. I gave her a wee bit of a tweak, Jimmy, and wrapped her up.
Rocky: Was that English?

Rocky: Listen. Shh. You hear that?
[silence]
Rocky: That's the open road calling my name, and I was born to answer that call. Bye.
[he leaves]
Babs: He must have very good hearing.

[Rocky is about to be found by the circus]
Ginger: [blackmailing him] Teach us to fly and we'll hide you.
Rocky: And if I don't?
[Ginger pulls breath to squawk]
Rocky: [stops her] Was your father by any chance a *vulture*?

Rocky: Easy, Pops. Cockfighting is illegal where I come from.

Rocky: ...And the pig says to the horse, "Hey, fella. Why the long face?"

Ginger: I thought you were teaching 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?

Hen: And what brings you to England, Mr Rhodes?
Rocky: Why, all the beautiful English chicks, of course.

Rocky: [angry with Ginger] Listen! I've met some hard-boiled eggs in my day, but I'd say you're about 20 minutes!

Rocky: Is there a problem here?
Ginger: Have we flown over that fence?
Rocky: Not, uh... not quite.
Ginger: Then there's a problem.

Mac: [very rapidly, with a thick Scottish accent] Thrust! I went over my calculations, hen, and I forgot the key element missing is thrust!
Rocky: [after a long pause] I didn't get a word of that.
Mac: Thrust. Other birds, like ducks and geese, when they take off, what do they have?
[shouts]
Mac: Thrust!
Rocky: I swear she ain't using real words.
Ginger: She said we need more thrust.
Rocky: Oh, thrust! Of course we need thrust. Why, thrust and flying are, well, like this.
[crosses fingers]
Rocky: See, that's flying and that's thrust.

Rocky: Guys, you are without a doubt the sneakiest, most light-fingered thieving parasites I've ever met.
Nick: [flattered] Oh, don't, don't. Stop it!
Fetcher: I've gone bright red.

Rocky: Sleep tight, angel face. The Rock's on the case.

[Rocky was hiding beneath Ginger's nest while Mrs. Tweedy was searching for him]
Ginger: Comfortable?
Rocky: [strained] Not, really.
Ginger: [produces a plastic knife to wedge between him and the wood frame] Maybe this'll help.

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.

Ginger: Um, I just wanted to say, I may have been a bit harsh at first. Well, what I really mean is: thank you, for saving my life. For saving *our* lives. You know, I come up here every night and look out to that hill, and imagine what it must be like on the other side. It's funny, I've - I've never actually felt grass beneath my feet. I'm sorry. Here I am rambling on about hills and grass, and you had something you wanted to say.
Rocky: Uh, y-yeah. Um, it's just that, you know... life, as I've experienced it - you know, out there lone free rangin' and stuff - it's, uh... it's full of dissapointment, and, uh...
Ginger: What, you mean grass isn't all it's cracked up to be?
Rocky: Grass! Exactly, grass. It's always greener on the other side. And then you get there, and it's brown and prickly. You see what I'm trying to say?
[Ginger starts nodding but then shakes her head]
Rocky: What I'm trying to say is... you're welcome.
Ginger: You know, that hill is looking closer tonight than it ever has before.
[Ginger accidentally touches Rocky's hand and they both pull away, embarrased]
Ginger: Well, good night... Rocky.
Rocky: Good night... Ginger.

Rocky: 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 that's the way you go about showing it, I hope you never care about me!
Ginger: I can assure you, I never will.
Rocky: Good!
Ginger: Fine!

Rocky: You see, over in America, we have this rule. If you want to motivate someone, don't - mention - death!
Ginger: Funny; the rule here is: always tell the truth.
Rocky: Boy, that's been working like a real charm, hasn't it? Let me give you some free advice: you want them to perform? Tell them what they wanna hear.
Ginger: You mean lie?

Ginger: Uh, Mr. Rhodes, perhaps I didn't explain our situation properly. We lay eggs; day in and day out. And when we can't lay any more, they kill us.
Rocky: It's a cruel world, dollface. Might as well get used to it.
Ginger: What part of 'They kill us' do you not understand?

Rocky: [apparently training the chickens] And left, two, three, and right, two, three and... stop right there.
[chickens stop leaning to the side, confused]
Rocky: Oh, yeah. Down.
[chickens stoop]
Rocky: All right, now: make little circles.
[chickens start to spin]
Rocky: That's it, faster, faster... yeah, that hits the spot...
Ginger: [Ginger looks up only to see Rocky sighing in contentment getting massaged; she walks over and clears throat; other chickens wander away, embarrassed] 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 around in circles.
[motions to the spinning chickens behind her]
Rocky: What the - ? Hey! Cut it out! You're making *me* dizzy!
[chickens stop and start stumbling dizzily]
Rocky: I think they're ready to fly now.
Ginger: Good. Because they certainly can't *walk* anymore.

Rocky: Ouch! What happened to my wing?
Ginger: You took a rather nasty fall.
Mac: [in fast-paced, thick Scottish accent] And sprained the Anterior Tendon connecting your Radius to your Humerus. I gave it a wee bit of a tweak, and wrapped her up.
Rocky: Was that English?