| Clancey: | To get some booze! Why else, bucko? |
| Stempel: | I don't know, but it's a sure bet Jason Bolt is responsible somehow. |
| Stempel: | Catch it men! It owes me money!
...courtesy of Kira in MA |
| Helen and Maude: | For immoral purposes, no doubt! |
| Biddie: | Was the chicken male, and is he single? |
| Corky: | It must've been fritterin'. |
| Joshua: | I don't know, but if Jeremy cooked it, you can't tell it's a chicken, anyway. |
| Ben: | If anyone is interested in placing a wager on why the chicken crossed the road, see me or Clancey! |
| Candy: | MISTER Bolt...as representative of the New Bedford Brides, I hereby present this petition, signed by each and every Bride, demanding that Seattle be provided with another chicken...or else!
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| Candy: | You crossed the road beautifully.
...courtesy of Barbe in Illinois
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| Molly and Christopher: | It ran away, of course! Doesn't everyone? |
| Molly and Christopher: | Hey, maybe Candy will bake it a pie!!
...courtesy of Barbe in Illinois |
| Uncle Duncan: | I don't know, but it must be tired after crossing that road! Sit thee doon, chick, and I'll play me pipes to calm ya. |
| Lottie: | Good riddance, I say! I was tired of that chicken treating me as a PAL! |
| Jeremy: | Ch-ch-chicken? Where? |
| Allyn Wright: | I'm a doctor, not an ornithologist! |
| Old Indian: | It was on its way to its Last Winter. |
| Jason: | Gangway, Lord...here comes the chicken! |
| Mr. Harmon's mute son: |
| Holly Houston: | Aw, shoooooot! Lemme at him! I'll catch that chicken with my bare hands! |
| Ma Oates: | 'Cause there's two sets o' rules...one fer chickens, and one fer trappers! |
| Telly: | That chickens was swindled! It only wanted to get its land back! |
| Busty: | It was hurrying to buy me a drink. |
| Big Ox: | It was depressed because it was a nobody. Plain old chicken nobody! |
| Wakando: | I give you two otter skins for chicken. Fair trade. |
| Toy Quan: | Chicken now belongs to Jeremy! |
| Lorenzo Bush: | It better not be crossin' on to MY LAND! |
| Emma Peak: | (squinting) It's not a chicken! It's Jonathan, come back to me! Oh, Jonathan... |
| Merlin: | I can make it cross the road! I can make it stop crossing the road! |
| Kid Holliday: | C'mere, chicken honey. |
| Ada Moon: | Oh, Mr. Marlowe! Why did the chicken run away? Why does it hate us? |
| Sheriff Wade: | That chicken crossed the road after curfew! Arrest it, Deputy! |
| Miss Essie: | Because it was a boor! Just a boor! |
| Big Swede: | I don't know, but that's one good-lookin' chicken when it's riled up! |
| Judge Weems: | Well, Mr chicken you know what they say about a chicken that represents himself?
courtesy of John in Washington State |
| Caleb Balter:
| That weren't no chicken. I just made him that chicken suit to scare people out of my valley!
courtesy of Carol in Washington State |
| Captain Silas Harmon:
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I want to give the chicken the chance of a lifetime. A chance to circumnavigate the globe.
courtesy of Barbe in Illinois |
| Lin Sung:
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I'll save the chicken, then it will be my chicken.
courtesy of Barbe in Illinois |
| Bethany Albright:
| Oooooohhhhhh Lottiiiiieeeeeeee!!!!!
Aaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!! Please help that chicken cross the road.
courtesy of Barbe in Illinois |
| Astasia (Greek lady):
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Maybe chicken wanted to be closer to Astasia.
courtesy of Barbe in Illinois |
| Callie Marsh:
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I didn't see a chicken cross the road!
courtesy of Barbe in Illinois |
| Jacques Benet:
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Maybe za shicken wanted to see my beautiful secretary, Renee.
courtesy of Barbe in Illinois |
| Joshua and Jeremy:
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We can get our guitars and sing a song to it to help it along.
courtesy of Barbe in Illinois |
| Elizabeth and Marsha:
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We'll help that little chicken so that nobody hurts it.
courtesy of Barbe in Illinois |
| Benjamin Pruitt:
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Maybe it had a dream. Not any dream...A special dream.
courtesy of Barbe in Illinois |
| Junior Oates:
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I'll bet a month of my trappings and get that chicken a beautiful old watch. Maybe then I'll be the apple of that pretty chicken's eye.
courtesy of Barbe in Illinois |
| Eban Oates:
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I didn't make the chicken cross the road, Junior did it. Junior did it!
courtesy of Barbe in Illinois |
