Why did the Chicken Cross the Road?

The answers you get when labyrinth characters answer this question.

Stepmother: To get a date. Chickens her age should have dates. I’d like her to have a date

Father: I don’t know. I’ll go talk to her.

Sarah: You wanna know why? I’d tell you why! To get out of this awful place! She suffered in silence, and she was practically a slave, until one night she could bear it no longer! She asked to be taken far, far away!

Jareth: What chicken? Forget the chicken. Look, I’ve bought you a gift.

Goblin: What chicken? (laughter from interviewer). No really, what chicken?

Hoggle: *Sigh* wouldn’t listen would she? I knew them little chicken was going to get me into trouble. But don’t say I didn’t warn her, she’s not going to get very far that’s for sure!

Worm: The answer’s right in front of you (interviewer: where?) Try crossing the road yourself, you’ll see what I mean. Go on then.

Jim: We can’t tell you. We don’t know.
Tim: But they do.

Alph: You can only ask one of us
Ralph: It’s in the rules, one of us always tells the truth and one of us always lies
Interviewer: Right …. would he tell me that the chicken cross the road to get to the other side? If so, then the chicken did cross the road to get to the other side and not to see the man lay bricks. I figured it out, hey I’m getting smarter! He wouldn’t be telling the truth because if you said that he said yes, the answer would still be no because then he’d be lying ….. er, on the other hand, I think I’d get back to you …

Helping hands: It couldn’t decide which way it wanted to go, up or down, well, it’s a big decision, so it went neither. It went across. Which way would you have gone hmm?

Rock face: It didn’t take heed and turn back while it still could. It’s obviously heading for certain destruction.

Wiseman: Because young lady, the way forward is sometimes the way back. It may not seem like she was going anywhere by crossing the road, when in fact … she was.

Hat: To get away from the Wiseman.

Ludo: Chicken …cross…road. Chicken….. friend.

Knocker 2: Search me, we’re just the knockers hahahaha! (serious voice) Let me tell you a joke. Say knock knock.
Interviewer: Knock, kno … no wait, hang on!!! That’s not funny!

Firey: It wanted to be shown a good time. It strutted it’s nasty stuff and then lost it’s head.

Didymus: The fair chicken thoust of which you speak, crossed the road because thou had myyyyy permission.

Junk Lady: There’s nothing it wanted this side of the road, oh no my dearie, better to stay on the other side with its scratching pen, grit and warm roost. It liked its warm little roost oh yes it did …

David Bowie: I don’t know … only time will tell that. I must explain that I don’t necessarily know what I’m talking about. I can’t clarify that statement. All I can say was that it was looking before it crossed - Left or Right. And it choose Right, none of this Left - (chicken) winged rubbish. Oh that was just bullshit. All I can say is that I’ve made my two or three glib, theatrical observations on English society, and the only thing I can now counter with is to state that I’m not a Fascist (pauses). Sorry, could you please repeat the question?

[ TAKE ME BACK TO THE GOBLINS ]