Chicken Run (2000)

Benjamin Whitrow: Fowler

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Quotes 

• Fowler : Poppycock. Pushy Americans. Always showing up late for every war. Overpaid, oversexed and over here!

• [the plane reels as Mrs. Tweedy hangs on to it] 

  Fowler : Great Scott, what was that?

  Mac : A cling-on, Cap'n, and the engines can't take it.

• Ginger : But you're supposed to be up there. You're the pilot.

  Fowler : Oh, don't be ridiculous. I can't fly this contraption.

  Ginger : Back in your day -- the Royal Air Force...

  Fowler : 6-4-4 Squadron, poultry division. We were the mascots.

  Ginger : You mean you never actually flew the plane?

  Fowler : Good heavens, no. I'm a chicken. The Royal Air Force doesn't let chickens behind the controls of a complex aircraft.

• [Fowler is forced to share his bunk with Rocky] 

  Fowler : Absolutely outrageous! Asking a senior officer to share his quarters. And with a noncommissioned Yank, no less. Why, back in my day, I'd never...

  Rocky : Hey! You weren't exactly *my* first choice, either. And scoot over. Your wing's on my side of the bunk.

  Fowler : *Your* side of the bunk? The *whole bunk* is my side of the bunk!

  Rocky : [snapping back]  Just... What's that smell? Is that your breath?

  Fowler : It's absolutely outrageous.

• Rocky : You see, flying takes three things. Hard work, perseverance and-- Hard work.

  Fowler : You said hard work twice!

  Rocky : That's because it takes twice as much work as perseverance.

• Fowler : Increase velocity!

  Babs : What does that mean?

  Bunty : It means pedal your flippin' giblets out!

• Fowler : I don't like the look of this one. His eyes are too close together.

  Ginger : Fowler, please.

  Fowler : And he's a Yank!

  Rocky : Easy, Pops. Cockfighting is illegal where I come from.

• Fowler : [of Rocky]  I don't like the look of this one. His eyes are too close together.

  Ginger : Fowler, please.

  Fowler : And he's a Yank.

• Fowler : Cock-a-doodle-doo! What, what.

• Fowler : Good grief! The turnip's bought it!

• [walking in on a jazz party] 

  Fowler : Now see here! I, I don't recall authorising a hop!

  Bunty : Oh, shut up and dance!

• Fowler : Dissension in the ranks. Precisely what Jerry would have wanted. The old divide and conquer A proper squadron work together, just like we did in my RAF days. Jocko at the stick, Flappy at the map... and old Whizzbang at the tail-end Charlie. WingCo would give the call, hop in the old crate, chocks away! Wizard show it was. That's how you get medals.

  Bunty : Will you shut up about your stupid blooming medals!

  [slaps the medal from Fowler's hand, sending it into the mud] 

  Fowler : How dare you!

  [conks Bunty on the head and she groans] 

  Fowler : Madam, forgive me. A-As an officer, I offer my most--

  [Bunty punches him in the face] 

• Fowler : We need more power.

  Mac : I cannae work miracles, cap'n. We're giving her all she's got.

• 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 : [chuckling]  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.

• [repeated line] 

  Fowler : Why, back in my RAF days...

• [Fowler is hesitant about piloting the Crate] 

  Ginger : Fowler, you *have* to fly it. You're always talking about "back in your day"; well, *today* is your day.

  [extends to Fowler his medal] 

  Bunty : You can do it, you old sausage.

  Fowler : [stares at the medal for a moment, takes it, and salutes Ginger]  Wing Commander T.I. Fowler, reporting for duty.

• Fowler : Keep pedaling! We're not there yet! You can't see paradise if you don't pedal!

• Fowler : [walks into the chickens dancing]  Now, see here! I don't recall authorizing a hop.

  Bunty : Oh, shut up and dance!

  [pulls him into the group] 

• Ginger : Where is he?

  Fowler : They didn't give me this medal for being a Yank nanny.

  Ginger : [rolls her eyes]  A simple "I don't know" would suffice.