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Sausage Party

Druggie: [drugged, seeing the food alive] Mr. Sausage, when will it end!
Beer Can: When will it end? When he stops drinking us!
Krinkler's ChipsSandwichPop TartTickilish Licorice: Yeah!
Cookies: And stops eating us!

Sandwich: Same here!
Pop Tart: Fuck yeah!
Toilet Paper: And when he stops using us!
Krinkler's Chips: What did they do to you?
Toilet Paper: [nervously backs away] You don't wanna fuckin' know!

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Sausage Party

Carl: They are eating CHILDREN! Fucking CHILDREN!

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Sausage Party

Twink: Once you see that shit, it'll fuck you up for life. Good luck! Have fun!

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Sausage Party

Gum: I am sorbitol, maltitol, xylitol, mannitol, calcium, carbonite, soy lecithin, vegetable, triglyceride and talc. But, for expediency's sake. You can call me... Gum.

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Sausage Party

Baby Carrot: For the love of shit, RUN!
Camille Toh: [notices the Baby Carrots are going to fall off the counter] Whoops.
[Baby Carrots fall off the counter, she grabs them]
Baby Carrot: I WANT MY MOMMY!
[She eats the Baby Carrots]

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Sausage Party

Druggie: You're all alive and looking at me with your... with your gloves and your... your little shoes, and your arms and your legs...
Pizza: Legs, huh? Look at me! Look at me! I ain't got no legs, you fuck! You ate my goddamn legs!

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Sausage Party

Mr. Grits: We're the Non-Perishables, motherfucker.
Twink: We never expired.
Firewater: We are... Immortal. This here's Twink and Grits.
Mr. Grits: They call me Mr. Grits.
Firewater: Eh, Mr. Grits. Whatever.
Mr. Grits: You told him about the crackers?

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Sausage Party

Carl: Look at these big ol' buns!
[wolf whistles getting their attention]
Carl: Ye-ah, you know it, baby! Work those buns! All of you, all day, ur-day, lined up, waiting to get filled with my meat!
Brenda: Yeah. Right, Carl. You really think any of these buns are gonna line up to get filled by you? Here's my impression of that

happening: 'Oh! Oh! Is he in there yet? Oh, I can't feel him! I don't think he's in there! Oh, wait he is!' It's so sad! I bet you jackrabbit for a quick fifteen seconds.
[jackrabbits mockingly]
Brenda: And then you slump over.
[Carl glares at her]
Brenda: [laughs] I mean, honestly, guys! Who in this package would ever let Carl get up

in them?
[Another bun raises their hand]
Brenda: Roberta, put your fucking hand down! You're ruining my joke. See? Nobody. That's who.

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Sausage Party

Potato: [singing] Oh, Danny Boy... The pipes, the pipes are call...
[Potato's stomach gets sliced off]
Potato: Ack! JESUS FUCK!
[Potato continues to get his skin sliced off]
Potato: Oh! God, me skin! She's peelin' me fuckin' skin!
Carl: What the FUCK?
[Potato is about to be put in a pot

full of boiling water]
Potato: Jesus, you fuckin' whore! Me eyes! THEY BURN!
[gurgles and dies]

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Sausage Party

Frank: Banana's whole face peeled off, Peanut Butter's wife is dead! Look at him, he's right there.
Peanut Butter: [screams] I'm gonna fix you, I'm gonna fix this...

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Sausage Party

Gum: Perhaps I can be of some assistance.
[Darren shoots Gum]
Gum: [regenerates] Matter cannot be created or destroyed, human. You have made a fatal error in judgement. Let me educate you.

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Sausage Party

FrankBarryCarl: [singing with the other sausages] In here, we keep our wieners in our packages. That's how it is.
Brenda: [singing with the other buns] It sucks, but that's the way our butts keep fresh and pure. Baby, baby.
FrankBarryCarl:

But once we're out the doors, it's not a sin.
Brenda: For us to let you slip it in.
FrankBarryCarl: In other words, we finally get to fuck!
Brenda: And love!
FrankBarryCarl: And fuck!

Brenda: And hug!
FrankBarryCarl: And fuck!
Brenda: And feel!
FrankBarryCarl: And fuck!
Brenda: And share!

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Sausage Party

Frank: If what you're saying is true, I got to tell everyone!
Firewater: Very noble, little sausage. But also, very pointless. No one will believe you.
Frank: I have to try... Everyone will die otherwise.
Firewater: Oh yeah. That's a good point. Fuck me, right?
Frank: Wait. Do you guys

have any proof of this?

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Sausage Party

Teresa: [staring at Brenda] Saint Chimichanga, I promise to be a good taco...

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Sausage Party

Honey Mustard: You're celebrating your doom! Wake up! They're lying to your fucking faces! The Great Beyond is bullshit! Why is anybody listening to me?
Frank: Hey. Buddy, are you all right?
Honey Mustard: No! I'm not all right. It's all a lie. Everything you've been told, everything you believe in.
Carl: Hey,

Honey Mustard, you're 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 gonna hear you talking about that.
Honey Mustard: They're ain't gods! They're monsters, horrible, ugly, disgusting monsters! They ain't gonna get Honey Mustard twice... FUCK YOU, GODS! I've got a date with oblivion.

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Sausage Party

Darren: Fuck you, weenies.
[throws a package of screaming sausages into the garbage can]
Darren: [sighs] Fuck, I hate this fucking job!

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Sausage Party

Firewater: So, you have learned the terrible truth. Congratulations! Now keep it to yourself, or I'll slit your throat while you sleep. I swear to God.
Honey Mustard: Oh my God! Did you guys just fucking hear that?
Ketchup: What? What are you looking at?
[sees Firewater has vanished]
Ketchup: He's gone.


Honey Mustard: Where the fuck did he go? I'm so fucked up, I'm so fucked up!
[Ketchup tries to touch Honey Mustard]
Honey Mustard: Jesus! Get the fuck off me! Nobody fucking touch me!

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Sausage Party

Douche: That's no way to treat a lady.
Brenda: Oh, fuck!
Douche: That's right, girl. It's me. And what we got here? A taco? A whiny donut? And some stupid flappy thing that nobody knows exactly what it is. Okay, so...
Queso: Did someone say 'Queso'?
Douche: That's a fucking stretch and

you know it, Queso!

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Sausage Party

Teresa: I'm not a soft taco, I'm a hard horny taco.

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Sausage Party

Gum: [explaining why the druggie can no longer see them alive] The human is no longer aware of the fourth dimension... The effects of the opiate have dissipated. Your speech and movements are imperceptible to him... We are totally fucked.