Chicken Run (Script)

Ginger: Shush!
Bunty: I'm stuck!
Ginger: Get back.
Mrs Tweedy: Mr Tweedy? What is that chicken doing outside the fence?
Mr Tweedy: Ooh! I don't know, luv, I...
Mrs T Just deal with it. Now!
Mr Tweedy: I'll teach you to make a fool out of me.
Ginger: Ugh!
Mr Tweedy: Now let that be a lesson to the lot of you! No chicken escapes from Tweedy's farm!
Chickens: Stop! Come on! Oh!
Dogs: Huh?
Babs: Morning, Ginger. Back from holiday?
Ginger: I wasn't on holiday, Babs. I was in solitary confinement.
Babs: It's nice to get a bit of time to yourself, isn't it?

Fowler: Roll call! Come along. You'll be late for parade. Pip, pip. Quick march. Left right, left
right, left right! - Come on, smarten up!
Bunty: Ow!
Fowler: Discipline! Back in my RAF days, when the senior officer called for a scramble, you'd
hop in the old crate and tally-ho! Chocks away!
Bunty: Give over, you old fool! They just want to count us.
Fowler: How dare you talk back to a senior ranking officer. Why, back in my RAF days...
Ginger: Fowler, they're coming. Back in line.
Fowler: Right! There'll be a stern reprimand for you, lad. You're grounded. Atten... tion!
Mac: Welcome back. Is there a new plan? I thought we tried going under. Ah, over. Right.
Ginger: How's the egg count?
Bunty: I've laid five eggs this morning. Five! Well chuffed, I was.
Ginger: Shush
Ginger: Oh, no! Edwina! Why didn't you give her