Chicken Run2000

[After everyone is yelling]

Rocky:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa! Let's back up and start from the top. Where am I?

Ginger:
Oh, you're right, how rude of us. We're just very exci-- [clears throat] This is a chicken farm.

Babs:
And we're the chickens. [winks]

Rocky:
Ah, I'm with you so far. Chicken farm, chickens--

Fowler:
[about 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:
Easy, pops. Cockfighting's illegal where I come from.

Bunty:
And where is that, exactly?

Rocky:
Ah, just a little place I call The Land of the Free, and the Home of the Brave.

Mac:
Scotland!

Rocky:
No! America!

Chickens:
Oooh! America!

Fowler:
Poppycock! Pushy Americans, always showing up late for ever war. Overpaid, oversexed, and over here! [exits Hut 17]

Rocky:
Hey, what's eatin' Grandpa?

Ginger:
Oh, don't mind him, Mr...Mr.?

Rocky:
The name's Rocky. Rocky the Rhode Island Red. Rhodes for short.

Random:
Rocky Rhodes?

Rocky:
Catchy, ain't it?

Ginger:
Um, Mr. Rhodes, is this you?

Rocky:
Uh, who wants to know?

Ginger:
A group of rather desperate chickens. You see, if it is you, then you just might be the answer to our prayers.

[Rocky nervously looks at the chickens, who giggle anxiously]

Rocky:
Well, then, call me a miracle, doll face, 'cause that's me.

Chickens:
Oooh!

Agnes:
And what brings you to England, Mr. Rhodes?

Rocky:
Why, all the beautiful English chicks, of course.