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: [on the chickens' plane before take-off, pointing then crossing his arms to point
] The exits are located here and here. In the quite likely event of an emergency, put your head between your knees... Fetcher
: and kiss your bum goodbye!
: Here's a thought. Why don't we get an egg and start our 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'll 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, where 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?
: Poultry in motion.
[watching the chickens trying to fly
: What's this caper, love? Babs
: We're flying! Nick
] Obviously... Flamin' 'ell! Hey, look at this, Fetch. Fetcher
: They're gonna kill themselves... wanna watch? Nick
: ...Yeah, all right.
: What are you sobbin' about, you nancy? Fetcher
: Little moments like this, mate. It's what makes the job all worthwhile. Wanna dance? Nick
: ...Yeah, all right.
[telling Rocky about a caper
: We slipped into the farmer's room, all quiet like. Fetcher
: Like a fish. Nick
: Yeah, and we... "Like a fish"? You stupid norbert.
[encouraging after a failed day of "flying"
: Ducky, I think you flew four feet today! Nick
: Right, four feet! From the roof to the ground.
: Eggs from heaven. Fetcher
: No! From her bum.
: We can't give you our eggs. They're too valuable. Nick
: And so are we.
[Packing up to leave
: After you, Fetcher. Fetcher
: ...After I what? Nick
[Bunty is about to be shot out of a slingshot
: The tension's killing me. Nick
: It's gonna kill her.
: We need some more things. Nick
: Right you are, miss.
[opens suitcase and pulls out thimbles
: How about this quality, handcrafted tea set? Ginger
: No, thanks. Fetcher
: [holding a drain plug on a chain
] Or this lovely necklace and pendant? Ginger
: It's love... Nick
: [holding a shuttlecock
] Or this little number that's all the rage in the most fashionable coops in Paree? Simply pop it on like so...
[pops it on Ginger's head, feathers side up
: And as the French hens say, "Voilá!" Fetcher
: That is French. Nick
: It's two hats in one, miss. For parties...
[turns shuttlecock over
: For weddings. Oh, madame! This makes you look like a vision, like a dream. Fetcher
: Like a duck!
: Guys, you are without a doubt the sneakiest, most light-fingered thieving parasites I've ever met. Nick
] Oh, don't, don't. Stop it! Fetcher
: I've gone bright red.
: [hearing of eggs
] Right. Just like the ones that rooster was gonna lay. Only roosters don't lay eggs, do they? Fetcher
: Don't they? Nick
: No, it's a lady thing, apparently - ask your mum.
: [of the radio
] Well, here she is. Ask and you shall receive. Fetcher
: That's Biblical. Nick
: That's real craftmanship, is what it is. Solid as a rock. Fetcher
: [Fbangs on it; a knob flies off and hits a chicken
] It's supposed to do that.
: We slipped into the farmer's room, all quiet like... Fetcher
: Like a fish! Nick
: Yeah, and we...
[turns to Fetcher
: "Like a fish"? You stupid norbert.
: Imagine a world before chickens - a chickenless, eggless world... Fetcher
: I am - and it's horrible.