Mrs. Tweedy Quotes in Chicken Run (2000)

Mr. Tweedy: What is it?

Mrs. Tweedy: It's a pie machine, you idiot. Chickens go in, pies come out.

Mr. Tweedy: Ooh. What kind of pies?

Mrs. Tweedy: Apple.

Mr. Tweedy: My favourite!

Mrs. Tweedy: Chicken pies, you great lummox! Imagine. In less than a fortnight, every grocers' in the county will be stocked with box upon box of Mrs. Tweedy's Homemade Chicken Pies.

Mr. Tweedy: Just "Mrs."?

Mrs. Tweedy: Woman's touch. Makes the public feel more comfortable.

Mr. Tweedy: [being attacked by chickens] Mrs Tweedy! The chickens are revolting!

Mrs. Tweedy: [with her back turned] Finally, something we agree on.

Mr. Tweedy: Oh, yes. Those chickens are up to something.

Mrs. Tweedy: Quiet. I'm onto something.

Mr. Tweedy: They're organised, I know it.

Mrs. Tweedy: I said quiet.

Mr. Tweedy: And that Ginger one, I recon she's their leader.

Mrs. Tweedy: [losing her patience and slamming her fist on the table] Mr. Tweedy! I may finally have found a way to make us some real money around here and what are you on about? Ridiculous notions of escaping chickens!

Mr. Tweedy: [stammering] But... but...

Mrs. Tweedy: It's all in your head, Mr. Tweedy. Say it!

Mr. Tweedy: It's all in me head. It's all in me head.

Mrs. Tweedy: Now, you keep telling yourself that because I don't want to hear another word about it! Is that clear?

Mr. Tweedy: Yes, love. But you know that Ginger one...

Mrs. Tweedy: They're *chickens*, you dolt! Apart from you, they're the most stupid creatures on this planet. They don't plot, they don't scheme, and they are *not* organised!

Mr. Tweedy: What... what... what's all this, then?

Mrs. Tweedy: This is our future, Mr. Tweedy. No more wasting time with petty egg collecting and minuscule profits.

Mr. Tweedy: No more eggs? But we've always been egg farmers. Me father, and his father, and all their fathers, they was all...

Mrs. Tweedy: Poor. Worthless. Nothings. But all that is about to change. This will take Tweedy's farm out of the Dark Ages and into full-scale automated production. Melicia Tweedy will be poor no longer.

Mrs. Tweedy: [to Rev. Pharo] It was a fine sermon, Parson. I hope a few of the people in Panamint will take it to heart.