Why isn't there more meat on this chicken It's as if the damned thing began starving itself once it knew what the future had in store for it Is this what they mean by "organic"

You gotta go do research on the way they treat like fucking chickens, man. Those chickens go through fucking torture before they’re processed and shit, have all sorts of fucking steroids injected in them and everything.

And chicken is boring. Chefs see it as a menu item for people who don't know what they want to eat.

Now we go off to the office and come home in the evenings to cheap chicken and frozen peas. Very nice, but too much of it, too easy and regular, served up without effort or wanting. We eat, we are lucky, our faces are shining with fat, but we don't know the pleasure of being hungry any more.

I wouldn’t eat a chicken if it dropped dead in front of me holding up a sign that said, ‘Eat Me.’

So when you’re in doubt and feeling a little afraid, just do what Colonel Sanders did to his little chicken. He fried it.

A chicken is the egg’s way of making more eggs.

With humans it's abortion, but with chickens it's an omelet!

Don't cook that chicken - it still has feathers.

The German birds didn't taste as good as their French cousins, nor did the frozen Dutch chickens we bought in the local supermarkets. The American poultry industry had made it possible to grow a fine-looking fryer in record time and sell it at a reasonable price, but no one mentioned that the result usually tasted like the stuffing inside of a teddy bear.

How come when it’s us, it’s an abortion, and when it’s a chicken, it’s an omelette?

"Brother, this is not a day on which hunger is to have any sway, thanks to the rich Camacho; get down and look about for a ladle and skim off a hen or two, and much good may they do you." "I don't see one," said Sancho. "Wait a bit," said the cook; "sinner that I am! how particular and bashful you are!" and so saying, he seized a bucket and plunging it into one of the half jars took up three hens and a couple of geese, and said to Sancho, "Fall to, friend, and take the edge off your appetite with these skimmings until dinner-time comes."

You treat your food like a scab.

Animal rights acitivists always say to me, "How could you kill a chicken for a movie?" Well, I eat chicken and I know the chicken didn't land on my plate from a heart attack. We bought the chicken from a farmer who advertised freshly killed chicken. I think we made the chicken's life better. It got to be in a movie, it got fucked, and then right after filming the next take, the cast ate the chicken!