Frodo: I shall lead the chicken across the road, though I do not know the way.
Thorondor: Dinner!
Nazgul: Roooaaaad! Chickennnnn!
Galadriel: I have passed the test! I will diminish, cross the road with the chicken and remain a vegetarian.
Legolas: There is a fell chicken on the road, many leagues away!
Boromir: If any mortals have claim to the chicken it is the men of Gondor, and not the halflings. The chicken is not yours save by unhappy chance... it might have been mine, it should have been mine. Give it to me!
Denethor: There is no more hope. I will BBQ the chicken along with myself, that the poor wounded fowl be not savored by Sauron.
Sam: Of course you're crossing the road, chicken. And I'm coming with you!
Gimli: Nobody tosses a chicken!
Arwen: I will take the chicken across the road, because Glorfindel is too busy to do it.
Gollum: Ahhhhh, my pooooooooooooultrrrrrrryyyyy.
Beren: The roadcrossing is fulfilled. Even now a chicken is in my hand.
Gandalf: Many chickens that live deserve to cross the road. And some chickens that cross the road deserve to die. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out roadcrossing in judgement. For even the very wise can not always see the other side of the road.
Luthien: I looked upon the eyes of chicken and realized that a parting beyond the end of the road had come between us.
Strider: You have my sword.
Legolas: And my bow.
Gimli: And my axe.
Elrond: And my chicken!