Julia Sawalha: Ginger

Chicken Run

Ginger

[Ginger has given a speech about the the advantages of a life free from the Tweedys]
Bunty: In all my life I've never heard such a fantastic... load of tripe! Oh, face the facts, ducks. The chances of us gettin' out of here are a million to one.
Ginger: Then there's still a chance.

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.

Ginger: I should turn you in right now.
Rocky: You wouldn't! Would you?
Ginger: Give me one reason why I shouldn't.
Rocky: Because I'm... cute?
[Ginger squawks to attract the farmer's attention]
Rocky: Hey, hey, hey, hey. Wwhat kind of crazy chick are you? Do you know what'll happen if he finds me?
Ginger: [quoting him] It's a cruel world.
Rocky: I just decided, I don't like you.
Ginger: I just decided, I don't care.

Ginger: [whispering, right after one of the other chickens is killed] We've got to get out of here.

Rocky: Wait a minute. Let me get this straight. You wanna get every chicken in this place out of here *at the same time*?
Ginger: Of course.
Rocky: You're certifiable! You can't pull off a stunt like that; that's suicide.
Ginger: Where there's a will, there's a way.
Rocky: Couldn't agree more. And I *will* be leaving *that* way.

Ginger: Uh, Mr. Rhodes, perhaps I didn't explain our situation properly. We lay eggs; day in and day out. And when we can't lay any more, they kill us.
Rocky: It's a cruel world, dollface. Might as well get used to it.
Ginger: What part of 'They kill us' do you not understand?

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.

Rocky: [apparently training the chickens] And left, two, three, and right, two, three and... stop right there.
[chickens stop leaning to the side, confused]
Rocky: Oh, yeah. Down.
[chickens stoop]
Rocky: All right, now: make little circles.
[chickens start to spin]
Rocky: That's it, faster, faster... yeah, that hits the spot...
Ginger: [Ginger looks up only to see Rocky sighing in contentment getting massaged; she walks over and clears throat; other chickens wander away, embarrassed] I thought you were going to teach us how to fly.
Rocky: That's what I'm doing.
Ginger: Isn't there usually some flapping involved?
Rocky: Hey. Do I tell you how to lay eggs? Relax. We're making progress!
Ginger: Really? I can't help feeling we're going around in circles.
[motions to the spinning chickens behind her]
Rocky: What the - ? Hey! Cut it out! You're making *me* dizzy!
[chickens stop and start stumbling dizzily]
Rocky: I think they're ready to fly now.
Ginger: Good. Because they certainly can't *walk* anymore.

Rocky: Ouch! What happened to my wing?
Ginger: You took a rather nasty fall.
Mac: [very fast, in strong Scottish accent] And sprained the anterior tendon connecting your radius to your humerus. I gave her a wee bit of a tweak, Jimmy, and wrapped her up.
Rocky: Was that English?

Ginger: Um, I just wanted to say, I may have been a bit harsh at first. Well, what I really mean is: thank you, for saving my life. For saving *our* lives. You know, I come up here every night and look out to that hill, and imagine what it must be like on the other side. It's funny, I've - I've never actually felt grass beneath my feet. I'm sorry. Here I am rambling on about hills and grass, and you had something you wanted to say.
Rocky: Uh, y-yeah. Um, it's just that, you know... life, as I've experienced it - you know, out there lone free rangin' and stuff - it's, uh... it's full of dissapointment, and, uh...
Ginger: What, you mean grass isn't all it's cracked up to be?
Rocky: Grass! Exactly, grass. It's always greener on the other side. And then you get there, and it's brown and prickly. You see what I'm trying to say?
[Ginger starts nodding but then shakes her head]
Rocky: What I'm trying to say is... you're welcome.
Ginger: You know, that hill is looking closer tonight than it ever has before.
[Ginger accidentally touches Rocky's hand and they both pull away, embarrased]
Ginger: Well, good night... Rocky.
Rocky: Good night... Ginger.