Mayor Turkey Lurkey:
[
to an alien] Oh, we surrender! Here, take the key to the city!
[
alien zaps the key]
Mayor Turkey Lurkey:
[
holds up another key] Key to my car?
[
alien zaps key and car at the same time]
Mayor Turkey Lurkey:
[
holds a box of Tic Tacs] Tic Tac?
[
alien zaps Lurkey]
Abby Mallard:
[
smiling broadly] Runt, should Chicken Little have a good talk with his dad and clear the air...
[
winks then frowns]
Abby Mallard:
or keep searching for Band-Aid solutions and never deal with the problem?
Runt of the Litter:
Pfft! Band-Aid solutions!
Abby Mallard:
Runt!
Runt of the Litter:
Well, I'm sorry! I'm very bad at reading facial cues.
[
first lines]
Buck Cluck:
[
voice over] Now, where to begin?
[
shaft of light and pixie dust]
Buck Cluck:
How about "Once upon a time"?
[
screen suddenly goes black]
Buck Cluck:
How many times have you heard that to begin a story? Let's do something else.
[
gasps]
Buck Cluck:
I got it. I got it. Here we go. Here's how to open a movie.
[
opening to The Lion King]
Buck Cluck:
No, I don't think so. It sounds familiar, doesn't it to you?
[
a storybook]
Buck Cluck:
Oh, no, no, not the book! How many have seen "opening the book" before? Close the book. We're not doing that. Here's what we're gonna do. Why don't I just go back to the day things took a turn for the worst.
Mr. Woolensworth:
Abby Mallard.
Foxy Loxy:
[
fake cough] Ugly Duckling!
[
students laugh]
Mr. Woolensworth:
Class, I will not tolerate rude behavior at the expense of a fellow...
Abby Mallard:
Hey, hey, hey. No worries, Mr. Woolensworth.
Mr. Woolensworth:
Yaah! You mustn't sneak up on me, Ugly - er, Abby.
Mr. Woolensworth:
Class, turn to page 62 and translate each word in mutton. He.
Students:
Baa!
Mr. Woolensworth:
She.
Students:
Baa!
Mr. Woolensworth:
They.
Students:
Baa!
Mr. Woolensworth:
We.
Students:
Baa!
Dog Announcer:
This excitement isn't just about the fun of baseball. It's not about the prize. It's about the gloating and rubbing their noses in it. The "Nah-Nah-Nah-Nah-Nah! We beat you!" taunting if you will, that comes with the winning.
Buck Cluck:
[
while being aimed at with particle disintegrators alongside Chicken Little] Oh, snap...
Chicken Little:
[
to Abby] By the way, I'd like to say I've always found you extremely attractive.
[
he kisses her]
Abby Mallard:
Now THAT'S closure.
Buck Cluck:
Some teenagers, you know, they get quite a rush from stamp-collecting! You wanna stop? We'll get some stamps...
Chicken Little:
No, I don't like stamps.
Mama Runt:
Runt, that's enough! Don't make Mommy take away your Streisand collection!
Runt of the Litter:
Mom! You leave Barbra out of this!
Runt of the Litter:
'Twas Beauty that killed the Beast.
Buck Cluck:
What, what? You have to go to the bathroom?
[
Alien kid shakes head]
Buck Cluck:
You want juice?
[
kid shakes head again]
Buck Cluck:
A Snack?
[
kid shakes head again]
Buck Cluck:
Corndog? On a stick?
[
kid starts to lose temper]
Buck Cluck:
Want to play some golf? What do you want?
Kirby - Alien Kid:
[
makes irritated noises]
Buck Cluck:
I stink at this...
[
repeated line]
Chicken Little:
Who are we talking about?
Ace - Hollywood Chicken Little:
Are you ready to rock?
Hollywood Runt:
Ain't no mountain high enough. Ain't no valley low.
Dog Announcer:
Hold your horses, here! And horses, hold your breath.
Chicken Little:
I put on five ounces this year. I've really bulked up.
Ace - Hollywood Chicken Little:
[
to Hollywood Runt shooting alien spaceships] Give them a taste of the other white meat!
Chicken Little:
Modern Mallard says avoiding closure can lead to molting, and I'm already small and on top of that I don't think I can handle being bald!
Mayor Turkey Lurkey:
[
stops a crowd] Oh, look, a penny.
Buck Cluck:
You gotta be ready to listen to your children, even if they have nothing to say.
Dog Announcer:
Ladies and gentlemen, it's just gibberish. Gibberish of an insane person.
Dog Announcer:
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm not gonna sugarcoat it; I've seen road kill with faster reflexes.
Chicken Little:
There's... there's... it's a... you have to... D'oh... Doo-wah!
Dog:
What did he say?
Mayor Turkey Lurkey:
[
reading a sign-holding dog's signs] There's... there's... it's a... you have to... D'oh... Doo-wah!
Chicken Little:
A piece of the sky? Shaped like a stop sign? Not again!
Chicken Little:
Don't tap the glass, they hate it when you do that.
Tina - Alien Mom:
Seriously, honey, someday it's gonna hit somebody on the head.
Melvin - Alien Dad:
Ah, nonsense.
Tina - Alien Mom:
Uh-huh. You can't return the panel, can ya?
Melvin - Alien Dad:
Now-now that's ridiculous.
Tina - Alien Mom:
Uh-huh, you threw away the receipt again.
Melvin - Alien Dad:
[
using the big voice] Silence!
Tina - Alien Mom:
Melvin, did you just try and use the big voice on me?
Melvin - Alien Dad:
Umm... mm... umm... Who're we talkin' about?
[
after Abby gets hit by a dodgeball]
Chicken Little:
That does it! We were in a time-out, Foxey. Prepare to hurt, and I don't mean emotionally like I do!
Alien Cop:
Okay, everything's been put back to normal, except for this one over here.
Foxy Loxy:
[
dressed in a pink dress and curls] Hi, y'all.
Chicken Little:
Foxy?
Foxy Loxy:
[
singing in a girly manner] Lollipop, lollipop / Oh, lolli, lolli, lolli, lollipop...
Alien Cop:
She got her brainwaves a little scrambled during reconstitution, but, no worries! We can put her back the way she was.
Runt of the Litter:
No! She's perfect.
[
joins Foxy]
Runt of the Litter:
Lollipop.
[
popping sound]
Foxy Loxy, Runt of the Litter:
Lollipop.
Alien Cop:
Scary.
Mayor Turkey Lurkey:
Well, other than the penny, this whole evening was a wash.
Chicken Little:
His name is Kirby?
Abby Mallard:
They left him behind?
Runt of the Litter:
Darth Vader's Luke's father?
Runt of the Litter:
Curse these genetically tiny legs!
Buck Cluck:
The commemorative plates.
Chicken Little:
Yeah, yeah.
Buck Cluck:
You know, you saw them, right?
Chicken Little:
Yeah, I saw them.
Buck Cluck:
You can't eat off 'em, but they're there.
Chicken Little:
Well, they're not microwave safe.
Mr. Woolensworth:
Morkubine Porcupine?
Morkubine Porcupine:
Yo.
Abby Mallard:
Tough morning?
Chicken Little:
I had a run-in with my old nemesis.
Abby Mallard:
Gum on the crosswalk?
Chicken Little:
He won this round.
Abby Mallard:
Your old foe.
Chicken Little:
Mmm-hmm.
Runt of the Litter:
Just leave me some ammo, a little water, some chips if you have 'em.
Ace - Hollywood Chicken Little:
Runt! Are you all right?
Hollywood Runt:
No, no. You gotta go on without me, Commander. Just leave me some ammo, a little water, some chips if you have them.
Runt of the Litter:
This is amazingly accurate.
Chicken Little:
Runt, just do it. It'll work. We'll survive!
[
intro to "I Will Survive" plays]
Runt of the Litter:
I will survive? Brake, Abby!
Buck Cluck:
Oh, yes, I do see the skywriting there. Thank goodness the cloud blocked the last letter.
Abby Mallard:
Hey, remember when that icy blue stuff fell from the sky? Everybody thought it was from space and stuff, and it just turned out to be frozen pee from a jet airplane.
Runt of the Litter:
Yeah, that's right! It's frozen pee. Yeah, it's frozen pee. Pee, pee, pee, pee, pee...
Chicken Little:
Could you stop saying that?
Runt of the Litter:
What, pee?
Chicken Little:
Pee.
Abby Mallard:
How 'bout tinkle?
Runt of the Litter:
Piddle?
Abby Mallard:
Whiz?
[
Fish gurgles]
Runt of the Litter:
Wee-wee?
Chicken Little:
Okay, subject change.
[
pause]
Runt of the Litter:
Make pishee?
Chicken Little:
I don't care what it is!
Chicken Little:
[
to the aliens] So... have you been to the mall?
Abby Mallard:
What's that noise?
[
the noise is Runt nibbling on an ear of corn]
Runt of the Litter:
Sorry. Nervous eater.
Dog:
Well, at least we can sell the video to "Chickens Gone Wild."
Buck Cluck:
I'd like to see the movie they make about you now.
Chicken Little:
I just hope they stay true to what really happened?
Buck Cluck:
Oh, son. These people are from Hollywood. The one thing they will never do is mess with a good story.
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