'Potato Chip' is featured as a movie character in the following productions:

Popples (1986)

Quotes:

PC: Party! Get your hand out of my pouch.

Penny: Did you bring an extra apple for school?::Bonnie: I sure did Penny I hope you brought an extra sandwich.

Actors Shuki Levy (composer), Andy Heyward (producer), Danny Mann (actor), Stevie Vallance (actress), Jean Chalopin (producer), Maurice LaMarche (actor), Stevie Vallance (actress), Andy Heyward (producer), Danny Mann (actor), Stevie Vallance (actress), Danny Mann (actor), Stevie Vallance (actress), Jeannie Elias (actress), Jean Chalopin (miscellaneous crew), Haim Saban (composer),

Popples (1986)

Quotes:

PC: Party! Get your hand out of my pouch.

Penny: Did you bring an extra apple for school?::Bonnie: I sure did Penny I hope you brought an extra sandwich.

Actors Shuki Levy (composer), Andy Heyward (producer), Danny Mann (actor), Stevie Vallance (actress), Jean Chalopin (producer), Maurice LaMarche (actor), Stevie Vallance (actress), Andy Heyward (producer), Danny Mann (actor), Stevie Vallance (actress), Danny Mann (actor), Stevie Vallance (actress), Jeannie Elias (actress), Jean Chalopin (miscellaneous crew), Haim Saban (composer),

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  Pet Shop
  Monty Python

  A customer enters a pet shop.
  Customer: 'Ello, I wish to register a complaint.
  (The owner does not respond.)
  C: 'Ello, Miss?
  Owner: What do you mean "miss"?
  C: I'm sorry, I have a cold. I wish to make a
  complaint!
  O: We're closin' for lunch.
  C: Never mind that, my lad. I wish to complain about
  this parrot what I purchased not half an hour ago from
  this very boutique.
  O: Oh yes, the, uh, the Norwegian
  Blue...What's,uh...What's wrong with it?
  C: I'll tell you what's wrong with it, my lad. 'E's
  dead, that's what's wrong with it!
  O: No, no, 'e's uh,...he's resting.
  C: Look, matey, I know a dead parrot when I see one,
  and I'm looking at one right now.
  O: No no he's not dead, he's, he's restin'! Remarkable
  bird, the Norwegian Blue, idn'it, ay? Beautiful
  plumage!
  C: The plumage don't enter into it. It's stone dead.
  O: Nononono, no, no! 'E's resting!
  C: All right then, if he's restin', I'll wake him up!
  (shouting at the cage)
  'Ello, Mister Polly Parrot! I've got a lovely fresh
  cuttle fish for you if you show...(owner hits the cage)
  O: There, he moved!
  C: No, he didn't, that was you hitting the cage!
  O: I never!!
  C: Yes, you did!
  O: I never, never did anything...
  C: (yelling and hitting the cage repeatedly) 'ELLO
  POLLY!!!!!
  Testing! Testing! Testing! Testing! This is your nine
  o'clock alarm call!
  (Takes parrot out of the cage and thumps its head on
  the counter. Throws it up in the air and watches it
  plummet to the floor.)
  C: Now that's what I call a dead parrot.
  O: No, no.....No, 'e's stunned!
  C: STUNNED?!?
  O: Yeah! You stunned him, just as he was wakin' up!
  Norwegian Blues stun easily, major.
  C: Um...now look...now look, mate, I've definitely 'ad
  enough of this. That parrot is definitely deceased, and
  when I purchased it not 'alf an hour ago, you assured
  me that its total lack of movement was due to it bein'
  tired and shagged out following a prolonged squawk.
  O: Well, he's...he's, ah...probably pining for the
  fjords.
  C: PININ' for the FJORDS?!?!?!? What kind of talk is
  that?, look, why did he fall flat on his back the
  moment I got 'im home?
  O: The Norwegian Blue prefers kippin' on it's back!
  Remarkable bird, id'nit, squire? Lovely plumage!
  C: Look, I took the liberty of examining that parrot
  when I got it home, and I discovered the only reason
  that it had been sitting on its perch in the first
  place was that it had been NAILED there.
  (pause)
  O: Well, o'course it was nailed there! If I hadn't
  nailed that bird down, it would have nuzzled up to
  those bars, bent 'em apart with its beak, and VOOM!
  Feeweeweewee!
  C: "VOOM"?!? Mate, this bird wouldn't "voom" if you put
  four million volts through it! 'E's bleedin' demised!
  O: No no! 'E's pining!
  C: 'E's not pinin'! 'E's passed on! This parrot is no
  more! He has ceased to be! 'E's expired and gone to
  meet 'is maker!
  'E's a stiff! Bereft of life, 'e rests in peace! If you
  hadn't nailed 'im to the perch 'e'd be pushing up the
  daisies!
  'Is metabolic processes are now 'istory! 'E's off the
  twig!
  'E's kicked the bucket, 'e's shuffled off 'is mortal
  coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin'
  choir invisibile!!
  THIS IS AN EX-PARROT!!
  (pause)
  O: Well, I'd better replace it, then.
  (he takes a quick peek behind the counter)
  O: Sorry squire, I've had a look 'round the back of the
  shop, and uh, we're right out of parrots.
  C: I see. I see, I get the picture.
  O: I got a slug.
  (pause)
  C: (sweet as sugar) Pray, does it talk?
  O: Not really...
  C: Well, it's hardly a bloody replacement, is it?!?!
  O: Do you want to come back to my place?

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  Bad Shape
  Kai Tracid

  It's there
  In every corner that I turn
  No effort, nothing needs to be earned
  And here's my arm
  Here's my nose
  Swallow it whole
  It's got control
  So I struggle I fight
  Dark forces in the moonlight
  There's no club for tonight
  Go to school
  Go to work
  Every day's a big perk
  It's peer pressure somehow
  And every corner that I turn
  It's the happiness that I yearn
  Feed me now, lock me up in my room
  And give me glue, give me ecstasy, acid and mushrooms
  Happy places that I go
  Happy people that I know
  Offer me to relax
  Take a tic
  Take a tac
  Keeps me going now
  Keeps me coming around
  The destroyer
  Consumes me and I can't escape.
  Holding on
  Letting go

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  Beat Shop
  Ryan Pugal

  I got my Gloves On
  Hat On, Royal Elastics
  I got my Game On
  Bling on my fingers
  I got the diamonds
  On my earlobes
  High Low It doesn't matter
  Cause I'm single
  Free though
  On another level that you can't beat
  Push me, You can't control me
  Cause I'm feeling so good now
  It doesn't matter
  And I'm killing this beat
  Like my alma mater
  I got me look'n
  Fresh so clean
  Bump'n to the beat, beat, beat
  I see you walk'n
  And look'n, like a danger (danger)
  What a girl like you
  Doing out without a soldier
  Word around town
  Is your look'n for a rebel like me
  To be treated like a rebel in deed
  We makn music at the beat shop
  This Is my music at the beat shop
  Miracles happend at the beat shop
  When I'm Shining
  When I'm down
  When I got my blood boiling
  Come on down
  Express what I'm feeling in a song
  I got the new kicks
  Matching suspenders
  And I'm rolling in my black jag
  Bump'n to MJ
  And I'm sippn on my Rock Star
  Update my FB on my celly
  And I feel good trigger shoot
  On another level that u can't beat
  Test me u try to push me
  But I'm ok lookn for a pussycat kitty kat