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Kirk: Sometimes... you have to... break
a few eggs... to make an... omelet... mister!
McCoy: He's crossed, Jim.
Spock: Why would a tamed orthonid traverse
an asphalt conduit in such a manner?
Scotty: Ya cannae change the laws of
chickens, Captain!
Uhura: Crossing circuits open, sir.
Sulu: Aha, Richelieu! You are chicken,
and avoid my sword by crossing the road!
Chekov: Chickens vere inwented in Russia,
Keptin.
Nurse Chapel: Can I make plomeek soup
with that?
Yeoman Rand: To keep from getting her
fanny slapped.
Lt Riley (singing): I'll take you across
the street again, Kathleen...
Picard: Shut off that damned clucking!
Riker: Because I directed it to.
Data: Chicken? Ah, Sanders, Purdue,
deep-frying, à la King...
Troi: I sense... jaywalking.
Worf: Because he has no honor.
LaForge: I can tell by its heat signature
that it's about to lay eggs.
Crusher: Oh, who cares, Jean-Luc! Just
kiss me!
Pulaski: Because it's a living, breathing
creature and not some packet of circuits.
Wesley: I can program the chicken to
save the ship!
Barclay: To... get to the other holodeck?
Guinan: Maybe it was...a deeper reason.
Q: You mortal fools! You have no idea
why the chicken crossed the road, do you?
Sisko: To get away from my ratatoui.
Kira: As long as it stays out of Bajoran
space!
Jadzia Dax: I think it's kind of cute.
Ezri Dax: Chicken? There was a chicken?
Where?
Odo: That was me, Captain. I was experimenting
again. Sorry.
O'Brien: As long as he knows how to
realign an EPS manifold...
Bashir: That was my companion, Agent
Cluck.
Quark: Now, if we could get that chicken
to cross about the same time every day...
Rom: Uh, I like chickens!
Leeta: Oh, Rom!
Nog: Maybe I can trade it for some
self-sealing stem bolts.
Jake: My new novel is called Chicken's
Crossing.
Worf: I cannot get away from these
chickens!
Martok: If it gets in my way, I'll
crush it!
Dukat: Command is so lonely sometimes.
Cross the road and keep me company.
Garak: Oh, you never know why such
things happen, only that it's usually for a purpose.
Winn: I need a sacrifice to the Pagh
Wraiths!
Wormhole Aliens: The chicken is corporeal.
The chicken is linear. The chicken's task is at hand.
Janeway: If we can't come up with a
peaceful, diplomatic answer... set self-destruct for ten minutes.
Chakotay: The chicken is an animal
guide. It would offend it to ask why it does anything.
Tuvok: I shall investigate immediately,
Captain. If I discover any security risk, I shall have the
intruder thrown in the brig.
Paris, 1st season: Chick? There's a
chick somewhere?
Paris, 5th season: It's part of my
new 20th century holodeck program -- some old 4-bit 2D computer
game called "Freeway."
Torres: If we reroute the plasma manifold
through the EPS relays I bet we can get another 15% speed
out of the chicken.
Kim, 1st season: To Cross The Road!
Sir! I mean Ma'am! I mean Captain!
Kim, post-5th season: Hey... the chicken's
not a lieutenant, is it?
Neelix: Just wait until you taste my
Talaxian Chicken and Pleekta Rind Salsa Pudding!
Kes: [Can't say anything. Balls of incorporeal
energy have no physical means of communication.]
Seven of Nine: Chicken. Species 047.
Inferior strength, small cranial size, and poor coordination.
They had no attributes to add to the perfection of the Collective.
They were not assimilated. Its motion across the road is irrelevant.
Holodoc: I'm a doctor, not an animal
psychologist. Medical data for non-sentient life-forms isn't
in my programming.
The Delaney Sisters: Ooooh! Feathers
for our new Twin Temptresses Of Evil outfits!
Lt. Carey: That chicken's been around
more since the first season than I have!
Naomi Wildman: Mommy! It followed me
home; can I keep it?
Seska: To make an alliance with the
powerful Delta Quadrant natives on the other side, unlike
you weak human fools.
Emck: Look, I'm sorry about what happened
on this side of the road, but we have to put our toxic radioactive
waste SOMEWHERE.
Dr. Chaotica: You foooooool!
The chicken is only ONE PART of my GRRRRRAND SCHEME to take
over the UUUUUUUNIverse!
Ayala: [Redshirt. Has no lines if he
wants to survive.]
Archer: I bet it's on a mission of
peaceful exploration, just like us. We're making history with
every light-year! My father worked on these engines for...
T'Pol: I will consult the Vulcan database
to see if there are records of previous crossings.
Trip: How the hell should I know what
that chicken is up to?
Malcolm: Hull plating's polarized.
Targeting scanners locked onto the chicken, sir.
Hoshi: Let me ask: Cluck-cluck cluck
brawk cluckety squawk?
Travis: [When was the last time he
had a line?]
Phlox: See if it left any feathers
behind. The rachis is quite useful as a transfer medium for
Borellian wheat slug saliva, which I use in my burn salve.
Porthos: Dinner!
Soval: Chickens are emotional creatures,
slaves to their instincts. They obviously need superior Vulcan
minds to guide them across the street.
Admiral Forrest: Jon, you've got to
get out there and find out what that chicken is up to.
Shran: The Andorian Farming Commission
runs from no one!
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