Chicken Little (2005) - Quotes

Buck: [Kirby screams] Chicken Little! What? Where's your head? We gotta get outta here! Come on! Come on... You, with the running and the jumping!

Chicken Little: Watch out for the kid! Don't hit him!

Buck: Son! There you are. Quick! Get in the car. We gotta go.

Chicken Little: No, wait. Dad, I gotta tell you something.

Buck: What? I know! I know! You were right! Alien invasion. I see that now. Look up! There it is!

Chicken Little: Dad, you know, about that...It's actually just a rescue mission.

Buck: Rescue mission?

Chicken Little: You see, this alien kid was left and they're coming back to get him! So, we have to help him, cause if we don't, who else will?

Buck: What?

Chicken Little: Ugh! Forget it. You wouldn't believe me anyway.

Buck: Son! Son, come back! Son! Chicken Little!

Abby: Mr. Cluck, wait! He's telling the truth!

Runt: He is! Given his track record, we understand why you don't believe him!

Chicken Little: His name is Kirby?

Abby: They left him behind?

Runt: [[Darth Vader] ] is Luke's father?

Chicken Little: [Kirby starts sobbing; Kirby blows his nose. he tries to get it off, but wipes it off on the ground; Kirby sneezes] No, no, no, no. Come on, come on, don't cry. We're here for you. We're gonna do whatever it takes to get you back home, okay? Here, blow. See, guys? He's cool. He was just freaked out. That's all.

Abby: If there ever was a time to talk to your dad...it's now.

Chicken Little: It's too late for that.

Runt: [sobbing] It's too late, baby, now it's too late. Though they really did try to make it.

Abby: Runt, just think about it.

Runt: Something inside has died and they just can't hide and they just can't fake it. Oh, no, no.

Chicken Little: [Abby, Fish, and Runt leave. Then, Chicken Little sees Kirby next to him all alone. It winks at him.] Runt, I really just want to be alone right now. Oh! Abby! Runt! Fish! Look! There! Look there! Look there!

Runt: What is that thing?!

Cameraman Rabbit: Eh, there's no story here.

Cameraman Dog: At least we can sell the video of Chickens Gone Wild.

Chicken Little: I'm telling ya everybody, it was here!

Abby: No, wait! There were aliens!

Runt: It's true! They had eyes...They're glowing and then tentacles! And maps with planets with X's through them! AAHHH!!

Mama Runt: [angrily grabs Runt's ear; pulls Runt out of the scene] Runt, that's enough! Don't make mommy take away your Streisand collection!

Runt: Mom, can you leave Barbra out of this!

Principal Fetchit: Why can't you keep that child of yours under control?!

Mama Vulture: What kind of parent are you?!

Chicken Little: I'm telling you the truth! Dad! Dad! I am not making this up! You gotta believe me this time.

Buck: [sighs, pauses; chuckles] No, son. I don't. I can't tell you how embarrassed I am, folks. I'm really sorry about this, everyone. Looks like this is just a big, crazy misunderstanding.

Turkey Lurkey: Well, other than the penny, this whole evening was a wash!

Foxy: Oh, Mr. Cluck, don't take it so hard. No one blames you.

Dog: Now, let's check the weather with Riz. A cold front is moving in so... The alarm bell has been activated! Quick! Get a camera crew!

Dog: Now the weather with Riz. A cold front is moving in so... The alarm bell has been activated! Quick! Get a camera crew!

Coach: Chicken Little, you better have a good explanation for this!

Chicken Little: There's...there's...it's a...you have to...D'oh...Doo-wah!

Mountain Lion: What did he say?

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: Follow me! Come on! Hurry! Hurry! Aliens here! Aliens here!

Buck Cluck: It's happening again.

Chicken Little: Come on! Hurry! Hurry! Come on. Come on. You're about to see it!

Chicken Little: Quick! It's taking off! Come on! If you don't hurry, you're gonna miss it!

Turkey Lurkey: [stops a crowd] Hey, look, a penny.

Chicken Little: [annoyed] Guys!

Chicken Little: {{small|Fish?}}

Abby: {{small|Fish!}}

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Abby: {{small|Fish...}}

Runt: [yelling] WHERE ARE YOU, FISH?!

Abby: Shh!

Runt: I can't handle the pressure!

Abby: Sit tight, Fish!

Runt: Fish, we will try to save you!

Chicken Little: Yeah!

Runt: I'm sorry! Wait!

Runt: Sorry!

Abby: Curb!

Runt: Ay!

Abby: Fish!

Chicken Little: Abby! Abby! Wake up! Come on! Let's get outta here!

Chicken Little: All right, guys. Watch this.

Abby: [Runt whimpers] Bizarre. Okay. Let me guess. You haven't told your dad yet.

Chicken Little: Well...

Abby: I knew it! Why haven't you told him? Because there hasn't been you, your dad, talk-talk-talking.

Chicken Little: There was talking. There was...There was definitely talking.

Abby: [Chicken Little only making stammering things] Oh, really? What did he say? What? Alright, that's it! We are doing an intervention, you have got to stop messing around and deal with the problem!

Runt: She's right!

Chicken Little: Abby, please. This is exactly what fell on me the first time. There's no way I'm bringing this up again with him.

Runt: No, he's not!

Abby: Runt!

Runt: Sorry! I'm a gutless flip-flopper.

Abby: Okay. I'm sure there's a simple, logical explanation. I mean, it could be a piece of weather balloon, or maybe it's part of some experimental communications satellite.

Chicken Little: I don't care what it is. I want it out of my life, gone for good. Everything back to normal.

Abby: 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: [singing] 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: What, pee?

Chicken Little: Pee.

Abby: How bout tinkle?

Runt: Piddle?

Abby: [Fish gurgles] Whiz?

Runt: Wee-wee?

Chicken Little: Okay, subject change.

Runt: Make Phishee?

Chicken Little: I don't care what it is! Now are you gonna help me get rid of it or not?

Runt: Flying Fish! Take cover! Fish!

Chicken Little: No!

Runt: Fish!

Chicken Little: Come on, come on, come on!

Buck: Wait, wait, whoa, son! Where's the fire here?

Abby: Chicken Little has something to tell you! Tell him. He can handle it.

Chicken Little: Who're we talking about?

Buck: Uh...

Chicken Little: Gotta go! Dad! Bye!

Buck: You gotta be ready to listen to your children, even if they have nothing to say.

Chicken Little: Oh...

Chicken Little: [?] No! A piece of the sky?! Shaped like a stop sign?! Not again!

Buck: [off-screen; ?] Hey, son! You all right? I'm coming, I'm coming! I'm coming upstairs! What's wrong?

Chicken Little: Nothing.

Buck: You sure? I thought I heard you yell.

Chicken Little: No. Uh, I, uh... I fell out of bed.

Buck: Huh? How'd you get over there?

Chicken Little: Over where?

Buck: There.

Chicken Little: Where?

Buck: There! How'd you get over there?!

Chicken Little: Who're we talking about?

Buck: Never mind. What's the difference? Look, the past is behind us, right?

Chicken Little: Mmm.

Acorn Mascot: Lean to the left. Lean to the right. C'mon Acorns. Fight, fight, fight! Go, Acorns!

Don Bowwoser: There's excitement in the air, ladies and gentlemen. It's been two decades since Oakey Oaks has beaten rivals the Spud Valley Taters. Down by only a single run, and with a player in scoring position, we finally have a chance again. This excitement isn't about the fun of baseball, it's not about the prize. It's about gloating and rubbing their noses in it, the "Nah-nah-na-na-na! We beat you!" taunting, if you will, that comes with the winning.

Crowd: Yeah!

Don Bowwoser: That's right. Oakey Oaks and the Honorable Mayor Turkey Lurkey will finally have bragging rights again for one full year!

Don Bowwoser: [shuddering] But this battle has taken a heavy toll on our hometown heroes. After nine grueling innings and several players out with injuries, the Acorns are scraping the bottom of the roster. Hopefully, there's just enough muscle on the bench to pull out a win. Up next... Chicken Little.

Don Bowwoser: Clearly a long shot, folks. Little hasn't been up to bat once since joining the team.

Cougar: He's gonna lose the game for us!

Don Bowwoser: Wait! If he can get a walk and advance to first, that powerhouse Foxy Loxy can step up and save us all. She's had a terrific game so far. A shoo-in for the MVP trophy.

Coach: Okay, kid. Listen up. You have an itty-bitty, teeny-tiny strike zone. There's no way he can throw you out! Take the walk. Don't swing.

Chicken Little: Yeah. But, coach. I have a good feeling...

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!

Don Bowwoser: Nervous, gangly, barely able to hold the pine, Little advances to the box. He's going to bat from the right. Make it the left. No, the right. The right.

Stork: Easy out!

Don Bowwoser: Left field's found something better to do, center field's got a hunger pang in his second stomach and right field's digging for grubs.

Horse: Play ball!

Cougar: [sadly; cries] Why him, why now?

Chicken Little: I won't embarrass you, Dad. Not this time.

Don Bowwoser: Here's the wind-up, the pitch! It's a high cutter.

Horse: Ball!

Horse: Uh... Strike one!

Don Bowwoser: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm not gonna sugarcoat it; I've seen roadkill with faster reflexes. The catcher lays down the signals. Here's the pitch, urve ball low and outside, he swings!

Horse: Stee-rike two!

Turkey Lurkey: Ohh!

Coach: I said, don't swing!

Crowd: Don't swing!

Morkubine: No!

Horse: Batter up!

Principal Fetchit: [sighs; sighs] Not showing up for class, inappropriate school attire, picking fights in gym class and the fire alarm? Ever since that sky falling incident, he's been nothing but trouble! Now, look, Buck. You know I have the utmost respect for you. I mean you were Buck "Ace" Cluck, our school baseball star! But let's face the facts. Your kid, he's nothing like you at all.

Buck: [clears throat] Okay, thank you for talking to me. I'll take care of my son.

Chicken Little: Dad, it wasn't my fault. It was Foxy. She's always...

Buck: That's all right. It's fine. You don't have to explain anything.

Chicken Little: Uh... Uh, Hey, Dad? I was thinking. Yeah, what if I...? What if...? What if I joined the baseball team?

Man: Hey, why don't you watch where you're going?!

Buck Cluck: Sorry, there, buddy! Sorry, sorry! Baseball? Son, we talked about this.

Chicken Little: Yeah, right. But, you know, that was when I was small. I put on five ounces this year, I've really bulked up.

Buck: Really, son? Baseball? Are you sure?

Chicken Little: Oh, yeah, yeah. I mean, you know, hey, why not, right?

Buck: Yeah, why not, but why?

Chicken Little: Well, Dad, you were such a big baseball star in high school. You could give me some pointers.

Buck: But, son, you know, I'm just wondering, maybe baseball isn't exactly your thing, you know? Have you considered the chess team or the glee club? And 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.

Buck: Colors, colorful things...

Chicken Little: No, I was thinking baseball! I can't wait to see the look on your face when I smash that ball in for a touchdown! Dad, um, I'm kidding. That was a joke.

Buck: Just do me one favor, son.

Chicken Little: Why, sure, Dad, anything.

Buck: Just please try not to get your hopes too high.

Chicken Little: Yeah, but Dad I mean. Yeah, I mean, I think I can...I...Okay, Dad.

Dog: That's my boy!

Puppy: Gee, thanks, Dad!

Chicken Little: Come on. All I need is a chance.

Chicken Little: So, what do you think?

Abby: Okay, listen. Look, you said thought the sky was falling. Your dad didn't support you, and you have been hurting inside ever since.

Chicken Little: Yeah, but...

Abby: It's hurt. It's the nutshell.

Chicken Little: Well, it's hurt, but...

Abby: No, bup bup! Bup! Now what needs to happen now is the nut needs to be cracked open, and not one little chip at a time, but bam! Bits of emotion flying everywhere! Anger! Frustration! Denial! Fear! Deep depression, in fact! You see what I'm saying?

Runt: Uh...

Abby: Alright, forget the nut thing. Here's the main thing. You have got to stop messing around and deal with the problem. Here's the real solution: You, your dad, talk-talk-talking, closure.

Chicken Little: Closure?

Abby: [pulls out some magazines from her backpack] Closure. Talking about something until it's resolved. Wait. Look. There's a whole section about in this month's Modern Mallard. Incredibly appropriate! Whew!

Chicken Little: I told you, I have a plan.

Abby: [as they're talking, Fish Out of Water is building a tower out of her magazines] Yeah, but according to Cosmo Duck, you should stop the squawk and try the talk. And Beautiful Ducking says avoiding closure with your parents can cause early molting. See? Closure. Just repeat after me. You, your dad, talk-talk...

Chicken Little: Abby, Abby, Abby! Listen, talking's a waste of time. I got to do something great so my dad doesn't think I'm such a loser.

Abby: Come on, you're not a loser. You're inventive and resourceful and funny and cute...

Chicken Little: [Falls from the volleyball] What?

Abby: [Chuckles nervously; Smiling broadly; Winks then frowns] Oh, you... Um... Runt, should Chicken Little have a good talk with his dad and clean the air... ...or keep searching for Band-Aid solutions and never deal with the problem?

Runt: Pfft! Band-Aid solutions!

Abby: Runt!

Runt: Well, I'm sorry! I'm very bad at reading facial cues.

Abby: [eyes widen to see Fish has built the Empire State Building out of papers from magazines, and pretends to be King Kong while making papper airplanes, much to her annoyance. Fish pretends to get shot and falls off the building] Fish, help me out here. Men.

Runt: [as the paper citizen] Twas Beauty that killed the Beast.

Abby: [gets hit by the volleyball] I guess only girls are good at honest communication and sensitivity.

Chicken Little: That does it! We were in a time-out, Foxy! Prepare to hurt! And I don't mean emotionally like I do! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! Whoa!

Runt: We will save you! Fall back! Mad goose!

Coach: Chicken Little!

Abby: Tough morning?

Chicken Little: I had a run in with my old nemesis.

Abby: Gum on the crosswalk?

Chicken Little: He won this round.

Abby: Your old foe.

Chicken Little: Mmm-hmm.

Abby: Incoming on your right.

Chicken Little: That's it. Today is a new day.

Person: How's it going?

Mr. Woolensworth: [clears throat] Very well. Foxy Loxy.

Foxy: Present, pretty, punctual.

Mr. Woolensworth: [Goosey honks] Goosey Loosey. Master Runt of the Litter.

Runt: [his pencils drops to the floor; tries to reach it, but falls] Present and accounted for, Mr. Woolensworth. Oop! Dropped my pencil.

Foxy: Loser!

Mr. Woolensworth: Henny Penny.

Henny: Here.

Mr. Woolensworth: Ducky Lucky.

Ducky: Here.

Mr. Woolensworth: Fuzzy Wuzzy.

Fuzzy: Here.

Mr. Woolensworth: Morkubine Porcupine.

Morkubine: Yo.

Mr. Woolensworth: [Fish makes water sounds, sees, Mr. Woolensworth, pretends to press the button, and slowly dives] Fish Out of Water. Quite. Abby Mallard.

Foxy: [Fake cough] Ugly Duckling!

Mr. Woolensworth: Class, I will not tolerate rude behavior at the expense of a fellow...

Abby: Hey, hey, hey. No worries, Mr. Woolensworth.

Mr. Woolensworth: [honking sound effect] Yaah! You mustn't sneak up on me, Ugly– Uh, Abby. Now, where was I?

Foxy: [fake cough] Ugly Duckling!

Mr. Woolensworth: [Abby drums on her desk and blows a raspberry] Yes, of course. Thank you. Chicken Little.

Foxy: [fake cough] Tardy again!

Mr. Woolensworth: [crosses Chicken Little's name off; clears thorat] Tardy again. Hmm. 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!

Coach: [off-screen] Okay, everyone. Listen up! I don't wanna hear any quacks, tweets, oinks, whinnies or cocklee-doodle-doos when I say dodgeball.

Runt: Oh, man.

Foxy: Pump it up! Pump it, pump it, pump it!

Coach: Split into two teams. Popular versus unpopular.

Runt: Coach?

Coach: Yeah, unpopular?

Runt: Shouldn't we review safety guidelines?

Coach: Sure! Hit the pig, kids!

Runt: [screaming] Aaah! Look out!

Abby: Calm down, Runt! Just do what Fish is doing.

C & C Music Factory: Everybody dance now.

Buck: [chuckling] A movie, a movie. They're making a movie. When? When will everybody forget your big mistake? First it was all over the papers, then they wrote a book about it, then the book on tape, then the board game, the spoons with your face on it, and the website, the commemorative plates. You saw them, right?

Chicken Little: Yeah. I saw them.

Buck: Can't eat off em, but they're there.

Chicken Little: Well, they're not microwave-safe.

Buck: You saw the billboards?

Chicken Little: I saw them.

Buck: Ha! There's a bumper sticker. I knew it was only a matter of time. Billboards I could live with. Posters I could even live with. But a bumper sticker. It's like glued on forever.

Chicken Little: It doesn't matter. You know why? Because I've got a plan.

Buck: Yeah, about that. Well, remember how I told you it would be better for you to lay low, don't call attention to yourself?

Chicken Little: Yes, but I...

Buck: See, it's like a game. Yeah, a game of hide-and-seek, except the goal is never to be found, ever!

Buck: [chuckles] Great! Now, we've got a plan, right? I'll see ya later! Remember, lay low.

Chicken Little: Yeah, okay. Bye.

Puppy: Look, Mama! There's the crazy chicken!

Poodle: Yes, it is! Crazy chicken. You're so smart. We don't make eye contact. Bye!

Chicken Little: No, no, no! It's true! Come with me!

Buck: No, son? What?

Chicken Little: [stammering] It happened under the old oak tree! I'm not making this up. I know it's here. There's a piece of the sky somewhere, somewhere on the ground. It was shaped just like that!

Dog: It looks like a stop sign?

Chicken Little: Yes! Only it doesn't say stop and it's blue and it has a cloud on it. And it hit me on the head! It looked like a stop sign.

Person: Oh, wait! What's that?

Buck: Son, is this what hit you?

All: What?

Chicken Little: Oh, no, Dad. It was definitely a piece of the sky!

Buck: Piece of the sky. It's okay, everyone!

Chicken Little: Dad, no.

Buck: There's been like a little mistake. It was just an acorn that-that hit my son. A little acorn.

Chicken Little: No! Dad, no.

Buck: Quiet, son. This is embarrassing enough already.

Reporter #1: Chicken Little! WHAT were you thinking?

Reporter #2: Why would you put your town's safety in jeopardy?

Reporter #3: How could you mistake a stop sign for an acorn?

Chicken Little: But it... a big acorn level fluh.

Reporter #1: What did he say?

Chicken Little: A big acorn level fluh...

Reporter #2: It was a big acorn?

Reporter #3: An ape throwing coleslaw?

Chicken Little: A big acorn level fluh...

Man: Gesundheit!

Don Bowwoser: Ladies and gentlemen, it's just gibberish, gibberish of an insane person.

Turkey Lurkey: Come on, Buck! Your kid went and scared us all half to death!

Buck: Well, what can I tell you, folks, my son, you know... Kids do crazy stuff. You have kids. It's...

Chicken Little: No, Dad. It wasn't an acorn. It was a piece of the sky. Really, it was. You gotta believe me.

Chicken Little: Run for your lives! Everyone run for cover! SOS! Mayday! Mayday! Code red! Duck and cover! You're all in danger!

Chicken Little: Run for cover!

Chicken Little: Run for your lives!

Chicken Little: Emergency, emergency!

Both: Whoa!

All: Aaah!

Chicken Little: Run for your lives!

Female Citizen: Look out! Take cover!

Chicken Little: Run for cover!

Dog: [coughs] Chicken Little, what is it? What's going on?

Chicken Little: The sky is falling! The sky is falling!

Bunny: The sky is falling?

Cheetah: Are you crazy?

Buck: [voice over; shaft of light and pixie dust; music cuts off and cuts to black; gasps; opening to '''[[The Lion King; cuts to a Storybook Opening; brakes screeches; storybook closes awkwardly] Now, where to begin? How about Once upon a time? How many times have you heard that to begin a story? Let's do something else. I got it. I got it. Here we go. Here's how to open a movie. ] plays briefly, then dies out] No, I don't think so. It sounds familiar, doesn't it to you? 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.

Firehouse Dog: [coughs; '''Chicken Little''': The sky is falling! The sky is falling!] Chicken Little, what is it? What's going on?

Cougar: [sadly; cries] Why him? Why now?

Mama Runt: [angrily grabs Runt's ear; pulls Runt out of the scene; '''Runt''': Mom, you leave Barbra out of this!] Runt, that's enough! Don't make Mommy take away from Streisand collection!

Abby Mallard: Hey, hey, hey. No worries, Mr. Woolensworth.

Runt of the Litter: Well, I'm sorry! I'm very bad at reading facial cues.

Buck Cluck: Son, is this what hit you?

Buck Cluck: There's been like a little mistake. It was just an acorn that-that hit my son. A little acorn.

Chicken Little: That's it. Today is a new day.

Chicken Little: Follow me! Come on! Hurry! Hurry! Aliens here! Aliens here!

Chicken Little: Hey, Dad? I was thinking. Yeah, what if I...? What if...? What if I joined the baseball team?

Chicken Little: Oh, no, Dad. It was definitely a piece of the sky!

Chicken Little: You're all in danger!

Chicken Little: SOS! Mayday! Mayday! Code red! Duck and cover!

Chicken Little: Run for your lives! Everyone run for cover!