Vince: Because it's not pork, and I'm hungry.

Karen: Because it was stuck to that wrought iron gate I dragged out of someone's yard.

Richard: Roland said he could be a better chicken.

Dave: It was looking for the cloves I dropped at the swings.

Jen: It can go where it wants as long as it doesn't pee on my couch.

iii: Ever seen the big fork in American Gothic? Yum!

Erin: If another dirtbag calls me chicky again, I'll beat his shins!

Annie: Who cares? I'm twenty-one now!

Carl: Did that chicken mess up my hair?

Mario: Don't worry. The Gothic SS stomped that chicken flat!

Jeff: There were actually four chickens, and I was all of them.

Megan: I'm gonna kill all of Jeff's chickens!

John: Hey, you don't have to live with them! Feathers and eggs everywhere....

Marcy: If you continue to talk about these damn chickens, you are going to be *really* sorry because I really hate talking about chickens, let alone those damn chicken jokes that people think are "oh so funny"! Please, people, get it into your head that blah blah blah.

Taz and Suzi: Hey, nobody's seen our tail-feathers lately.

Chucky Poo: How the hell do I get out of this damn nest?

Judd: I just wrote a play about Star Trek, where in that episode where Scotty gets the aliens from Andromeda drunk, the people were turned into eggs instead of soft, styrofoam type nodules.

Wuss: We're hatching a plan for another party.

Kate: Hey, my mom better not count her chickens before they're hatched. I *did* get a job.

Bluvmpyr: the blue chicken is working

Darkhorse: Well, I hate doing these musicals. It's like walking on eggshells with these people.

Tommy: Some people thought I was lying dead on the street corner, but it was really a rubber chicken.

Luis: Do chupacabras eat chickens too?

Vlad: Koon wan gai! [1]