Miranda Richardson: Mrs. Tweedy
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Quotes
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Mrs. Tweedy : [from trailer] Now you've had the appetizer, time for the main course.
Ginger : [shocked] It's her!
Mrs. Tweedy : Welcome to the future.
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Mrs. Tweedy : Husbands and chickens, the bane of my life.
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Dr. Fry : [Dr Fry is about to use a remote control to send the chickens to be processed into nuggets when Rocky and Ginger catch his attention] It's the funky chicken and the ginger one too.
[gasps]
Dr. Fry : Oh no, my wife will not be happy with this. Come on here now, you naughty little...
[Trips on a tape wire set up by Rocky and Ginger]
Dr. Fry : [screaming] ... CHICKENNS!
[Dr. Fry falls into his rolling chair which rolls down the stairs and is sent spinning towards an abstract egg sculpture. A giant white egg from the scupture falls and encases Dr. Fry's head]
Dr. Fry : [muffled] Oh dear!
Rocky : [triumphantly] See you on the flip side, egg head!
[He laughs; to Ginger]
Rocky : You get it?
Mrs. Tweedy : [via walkie-talkie] Dr. Fry? What's going on up there?
Ginger : [to Rocky] Quick. Come on.
[They hurry away, while Dr. Fry wanders around blindly]
Mrs. Tweedy : [cont. on walkie talkie] Dr. Fry? Dr. Fry?
Dr. Fry : [muffled] H-Hello?
[He continues to wander about with the egg encased on his head]
Mrs. Tweedy : Dr. Fry? Dr. Fry?
Dr. Fry : Anybody there?
Mrs. Tweedy : Dr. Fry!
Mrs. Tweedy : [Elevator doors open to reveal Mrs. Tweedy screaming into the walkie talkie]
Mrs. Tweedy : DR. FRY! WHERE ARE MY NUGGETS? Honestly! That man is as useful as a headless...
[She sees Dr. Fry with the egg still encased around his head. She looks up to see Rocky and Ginger pushing Dr. Fry's chair towards the control panel]
Mrs. Tweedy : [fiercely] ... Chicken!
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Reginald Smith : [about Mrs. Tweedy's chicken nugget sales pitch, while enjoying a freshly made bucketful of chicken nuggets] *Fast* food... I like it! This could be big.
Mrs. Tweedy : [getting into Smith's face; fiercely] No! It will be *huge*! And Melisha Tweedy will have her *revenge*!
[Mrs. Tweedy's face contorts into a grotesque, vicious, if slightly deranged expression. Reginald Smith nervously pops a chicken nugget into his mouth and swallows heavily]
Reginald Smith : Revenge?
Mrs. Tweedy : [Mrs. Tweedy realizes she has gone a bit far and regains her calm, cool composure] *Revenue*... That's what I meant.
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Mrs. Tweedy : [speaking through a walkie talkie] Dr. Fry?
Dr. Fry : Yes, my beloved! Say those words I'm longing to hear!
Mrs. Tweedy : [snaps] GET ON WITH IT, YOU IDIOT!
