| Answer | Person |
| To pick up some hemlock at the corner druggist. | |
| Chicken? What's all this talk about chicken? Why, I had an uncle who thought he was a chicken. My aunt almost divorced him, but we needed the eggs. | |
| I don't know why, but methinks I could rattle off a hundred-line soliloquy without much ado. | |
| To die. In the rain. Alone. | |
| I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads without having their motives called into question. | |
| I missed one? | |
| Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road moved beneath the chicken depends upon your frame of reference. | |
| To cross the road less traveled by. | |
| He was too quick for me to ask....but 'he'll be back!' | |
| To face a kinder, gentler thousand points of headlights. | |
| The fact that you are at all concerned that the chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying sexual insecurity. | |
| | Answer | Person |
| Define 'Road.' What the chicken does in his private life is his own business. | |
| It was predestined that the chicken should cross the road. | |
| Why does anyone cross a road? I mean, why doesn't anyone ever think to ask, what the heck was this chicken doing walking around all over the place, anyway? | |
| The chicken did not cross the road....it transcended it. | |
| Because of an imbalance of the four humours in the chicken. A therapeutic approach would be best. | |
| I'm sorry, Ollie. It escaped when I opened the run. | |
| Chickens at rest tend to stay at rest. Chickens in motion tend to cross the road. | |
| What? Me worry about a chicken? | |
| Out of 'common sense.' | |
| The chicken did NOT cross the road. I repeat, the chicken did NOT cross the road. | |
| And the LORD spake unto the chicken, 'Thou shalt cross the road.' And the chicken crossed the road. | |
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