Sausage Party

Frank: [Frank, Carl, Barry and Troy notices that an evil manager named Darren comes to the Sausages and Buns bin] SHIT! It's the Dark Lord! Carl: Oh no! He's coming! Old Pork Sausage: No, wait! I'm still fresh, I swear! I'm still FRESH! [Darren takes the Old Pork Sausage and throws it away in the garbage] Carl: Did he see us? Frank: No way! Troy: We're fucked, bros! Barry: Oh God! No! Take anyone, but us! Please! [Darren takes the wrong Fancy Dogs] Darren: Fuck you, weenies. [throws a package of screaming sausages into the garbage can; sighs] Fuck, I hate this fucking job!

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Frank: Hey, Brenda. What up, girl? [chuckles] Sorry about those guys. They're such fucking dicks, right? Carl: [off-screen] Uh, I can hear you, dude. Frank: [turns to Carl] Shut up, fuck you. [turns back to Brenda] So looks like tomorrow's the big day, huh? [chuckles] You and me, finally gonna be official. Brenda: I'm so happy the Gods put our packages together. Frank: It's because, we belong together. Brenda: It's like, we were made for each other. Frank: I can't wait just finally get up in there, just raw dog it. But full disclosure, I'm pretty fucking nervous about this. I don't know how well, I'm gonna perform once it happens. I've obviously never been in a bun, so. [laughs] Brenda: Hey, I'm not gonna be any better. I've never opened up. I mean, look how tight I am. Frank: Oh, sweet fucking fuck. Look, okay. I know it's against the rules. But I can't wait anymore. I need to just feel you. Brenda: Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Both Frank and Brenda: Just the tips? Brenda: I ca

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Ketchup: Holy shit, you're back man. Crazy! Did you go..to the Great Beyond? [touches him gently] Honey Mustard: Don't touch me, man! Ketchup get your fucking hands off me! Ketchup: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What happened? Honey Mustard: Oh, I'll tell you what fucking happened. I'll tell you exactly what happened in the Great Beyond, you dumb, RED PIECE OF SHIT!

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Douche: Yo! Oh, fuck! Yeah, dude! Somebody call a doctor, 'cause honestly, this beat is sick. Beet: Actually, I feel great. Real healthy. Douche: Not you. The beat! The song, bro! [beatboxing] Holy shit, Chips! C-H-I-P-S! Chips, chips, chips, chips! I've known you forever, bro. And I would never disrespect you with a lie. I will tell you very much that you look fucking disgusting, bro. Chips: Oh, come on. Douche: Nah, I'm just messing with you, bro. But for reals, you gotta hit the gym, bro.

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Honey Mustard: WAKE UP! They're lying to your fucking faces! THE GREAT BEYOND IS BULLSHIT! Why isn't anyone listening to me?! Frank: Hey, buddy. Are you alright? Honey Mustard: NO! I'm not alright! It's all a lie! Everything you've been told, everything you believe in. Carl: Hey, Honey Mustard, you acting cray-cray! Brenda: Carl, we shouldn't even be talking to this asshole. Everyone knows Honey Mustard's weird. I mean, what is he? Honey? Is he mustard? It's like, make up your mind, or just kill yourself. Honey Mustard: You fucking idiots! I've been there. I've seen that shit, and there ain't no way I'm going back. Frank: Wait, wait, wait, wait, you've been to the Great Beyond? Honey Mustard: "Great", my ASSHOLE! Everything we've ever known is a dirt-covered pile of shit, jacking off in our fucking faces, covering our eyes with their cum, so cum-covered we can't fucking see! We don't know! We don't know they're jerking off into our eyes! Our faces! Brenda: Dude, shut up, the gods are g

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Douche: Oh, no. Bro! Douche down! I'm out of my fucking box! Chicken Noodle Soup: [While he got ripped his gut] Cream of Mushroom? Are you there? Peanut Butter: Wake up! I'm nothing without you! [Crying for his wife.] Brenda: Frank, woah! Brenda: Frank! Move your fucking ass! Various foods: Help! Half a moon! Prune: 'Oh' my God!

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