雄雞唱響黎明

Chanticleer: Is it time for the show? Goldie: King, you're heavy. Chanticleer: Show me that stage, and gimme that mic. Chanticleer: Oooh, where am I? Patou: Chanti, you're home. Chanticleer: Huh? Ooh, I feel like I've been hit by a 800-pound mule. What's happening? Peepers: There's no time to explain. Patou: Chanticleer, you gotta crow and you gotta crow now! Edmond: The owls could be here any second! Chanticleer: Who are you? Peepers: He's a friend. Now please, crow! Chanticleer: Oh, I can't. I don't know if I ever did. Peepers: Of course, you did! Patou: Chanti, we were wrong. Edmond: It's your job to bring up the sun. Peepers: It hasn't shined since you left. Chanticleer: Ah, but look. Chanticleer: Cock-a-doo... Doo.. Snipes: Uh-oh. Chanticleer: Aw, guys, it's no use. All I do now is sing the blues. Hmph, the King. Edmond: We don't want the King, we want Chanticleer!