Quotes for
Babs (Character)
from Chicken Run (2000)

Chicken Run (2000)

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 livin'.

[Babs has fainted from a near-death experience]
Babs: All me life flashed before me eyes.
[disappointed]
Babs: It was really borin'.

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?

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

Babs: I don't want to be a pie. I don't like gravy.

[watching the chickens trying to fly]
Nick: What's this caper, love?
Babs: We're *flyin'*!
Nick: [cynically] Obviously.
[pause]
Nick: Flamin' 'ell! Hey, look at this, Fetch.
Fetcher: They're gonna kill themselves... wanna watch?
[Nick thinks for a moment]
Nick: Yeah, all right.

Ginger: Think, everyone, think. What *haven't* we tried yet?
Bunty: We haven't tried *not* trying to escape.
Babs: Hmm. *That* might work.

Fowler: Increase velocity!
Babs: What does that mean?
Bunty: It means pedal your flippin' giblets out!

[after Rocky leaves]
Babs: Perhaps he just went on holiday.
Bunty: Perhaps he just went to get away from your infernal knitting!
[Bunty grabs Babs' knitting, throws it on the ground, and stomps on it]
Mac: Well, you were the one that was always hitting him. Let's see how you like it.
[Mac shoves Bunty]
Bunty: Don't push me, four-eyes.
[other chickens start fighting]

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.

[on finding out Rocky can't fly. Inside joke, see Trivia]
Babs: I knew he was fake all along. In fact, I'm not even certain he was American.

Babs: Chicken seed, my favourite!

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!

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: 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.

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