Wesley: It's terribly fashionable, I think everyone will be doing it in the future.
Fezzik: Because if it did not it would be like a toad!
Inigo: Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You crossed my father's road. Prepare to die.
Aristotle: To actualize its potential.
Roseanne Barr: Urrrrrp. What chicken?
George Bush: To face a kinder, gentler thousand points of headlights.
Julius Caesar: To come, to see, to conquer.
Candide: To cultivate its garden.
Bill the Cat: Oop Ack.
Buddha: If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken-nature.
Moses: Know ye that it is unclean to eat the chicken that has crossed the road, and that the chicken that crosseth the road doth so for its own preservation.
Moses: And God came down from the Heavens, and He said unto the Chicken, "Thou shalt cross the road." And, verily, the chicken crossed the road, and there was much rejoicing.
Fox Mulder: You saw it cross the road with your own eyes. How many more chickens have to cross the road before you believe it?
Joseph Conrad: Mistah Chicken, he dead.
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