Chicken Run (2000)
Benjamin Whitrow: Fowler
Fowler : Pushy Americans, always showing up late for every war. Overpaid, oversexed, and over here.
[Fowler is forced to share his bunk with Rocky]
Fowler : Absolutely outrageous! Asking a senior officer to share his quarters. And with a noncommissioned Yank, no less. Why, back in my day, I'd never...
Rocky : Hey! You weren't exactly *my* first choice, either. And scoot over. Your wing's on my side of the bunk.
Fowler : *Your* side of the bunk? The *whole bunk* is my side of the bunk!
Rocky : [snapping back] Just... What's that smell? Is that your breath?
Fowler : It's absolutely outrageous.
Ginger : But you're supposed to be up there - you're the pilot.
Fowler : Don't be ridiculous. I can't fly this contraption.
Ginger : Back in your day? The Royal Air Force?
Fowler : 644 Squadron, Poultry Division - we were the mascots.
Ginger : You mean you never actually *flew* the plane?
Fowler : Good heavens, no! I'm a chicken! The Royal Air Force doesn't let chickens behind the controls of a complex aircraft.
Fowler : Why, back in my RAF days...
Fowler : Cock-a-doodle-doo! What, what.
[Fowler is hesitant about piloting the Crate]
Ginger : Fowler, you *have* to fly it. You're always talking about "back in your day"; well, *today* is your day.
[extends to Fowler his medal]
Bunty : You can do it, you old sausage.
Fowler : [stares at the medal for a moment, takes it, and salutes Ginger] Wing Commander T.I. Fowler, reporting for duty.
Fowler : Good grief! The turnip's bought it!
Rocky : What's happening? What's going on?
Babs : They took Ginger, Mr. Rhodes! They're taking her to the chop!
Fowler : Well, what are you waiting for, laddie? Fly over there. Save her!
Rocky : Of course - No, No! That's just what they'd expect. But I say, we give them the old element of surprise.
Fowler : [chuckling] And catch Jerry with his trousers down. I like the sound of that; what's the plan?
Rocky : The plan... um, the plan. The plan! Uh - Babs, give me that thing. Bunty, give me a boost.
Fowler : That's how you get medals.
Bunty : Will you shut up about your *stupid blooming medals*!
[she slaps the medal from Fowler's hand, sending it into the mud]
Fowler : How dare you!
[conks Bunty on the head]
Bunty : Ohh!
Fowler : Madam, forgive me. As an officer, I offer my most sincere...
[Bunty punches him in the face]
Fowler : Keep pedaling! We're not there yet! You can't see paradise if you don't pedal!