Marwood:
Parkin's been. There's the supper.
[a live chicken is standing on the table]
Withnail:
What are we supposed to do with that?
Marwood:
Eat it.
Withnail:
Eat it? Fucker's alive.
Marwood:
Yeah, I know that, you've got to kill it.
Withnail:
Me? I'm the firelighter and fuel collector.
Marwood:
Yeah, I know, but I got the logs in.
[they get up and approach it]
Marwood:
It takes away your appetite just looking at it.
Withnail:
No it doesn't. I'm starving. How can we make it die?
Marwood:
You got to throttle him. Listen, I think you should strangle it instantly in case it starts trying to make friends with us.
Withnail:
All right, get hold of it. You hold it down, I'll strangle it.
Marwood:
I can't. It's those dreadful beady eyes, they stare you out.
Withnail:
It's a bloody chicken! Just think of it with bacon across its back.
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