Chicken Little (2005)
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]
Runt of the Litter: Just leave me some ammo, a little water, some chips if you have 'em.
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.
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!
Chicken Little: Who are we talking about?
Mr. Woolensworth: Class, turn to page 62 and translate each word in mutton. He.
Mr. Woolensworth: She.
Mr. Woolensworth: They.
Mr. Woolensworth: We.
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?
Runt of the Litter: Wee-wee?
Chicken Little: Okay, subject change.
Runt of the Litter: Make pishee?
Chicken Little: I don't care what it is!
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.
[Everyone else gasps]
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.
Runt of the Litter: Lollipop.
Alien Cop: Scary.
Chicken Little: [to the aliens] So... have you been to the mall?
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.
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?
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!
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.
Ace - Hollywood Chicken Little: Are you ready to rock?
Hollywood Runt: Ain't no mountain high enough. Ain't no valley low.
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.
[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!
Chicken Little: His name is Kirby?
Abby Mallard: They left him behind?
Runt of the Litter: Darth Vader's Luke's father?
Chicken Little: I put on five ounces this year. I've really bulked up.
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.
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.
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...
Dog Announcer: Hold your horses, here! And horses, hold your breath.
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.
Chicken Little: Guys!
[the crowd continues, whilst Lurkey stops to pick up the penny he found]
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!
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?
Mayor Turkey Lurkey: Well, other than the penny, this whole evening was a wash.
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.
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.
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: What's that noise?
[the noise is Runt nibbling on an ear of corn]
Runt of the Litter: Sorry. Nervous eater.
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.
Coach: Okay, kid. Listen up. You have an itty-bitty, teeny-tiny strike zone. There's no way he can throw you out! Just take the walk and don't swing.
Chicken Little: Yeah. But, Coach. I have a good feeling about...
Coach: Look. Look at me, look at me. Don't swing, take the walk, you hear me? Just take the walk.
Chicken Little: But, coach! Wait!
Coach: DON'T SWING!
Dog: Well, at least we can sell the video to "Chickens Gone Wild."
Buck Cluck: [while being aimed at with particle disintegrators alongside Chicken Little] Oh, snap...
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.