Chicken Run

Give it a rest, Pops.
Out of here ! I shall have you
on a charge within the week.

Cheers, mate.
It's all in your head.
It's all in your head.

It's all in your head.
Ooh !
What-- What--
What's all this then ?

This is our future,
Mr. Tweedy.

No more wasting time with petty
egg collection and minuscule profits.

No more eggs ?
But we've always been egg farmers.

Me father and his father and all
their fathers. They was always--

Poor ! Worthless.

But all that's about to change.
This will take Tweedy's farm
out of the dark ages...

and into full-scale
automated production.

- Melisha Tweedy will be poor no longer.
Ooh !
I'll put it together
then, shall I ?

This isn't good, Mac.
Whatever's in those boxes is for us,
and I don't think it's softer hay.

Aye, hen. And I hate
to be the voice of doom,

but I've been calculating my figures,
and I just don't think
we're built for flying.