Sausage Party Quotes

Frank: [after failing to warn everyone at the store] Goddamn it. I blew it.
Barry: [from the air duct] Hey, does it mean it's too late to redeem yourself? Take it from me...
[Barry comes out]
Barry: Barry!
Frank: [incredulously] Barry?
[they hug each other]
Frank: Are you

for real? You're alive!
Barry: You bet your sweet butthole I am.
Frank: But how?
Barry: I'll tell you how: the Gods can be...
[clears his throat]
Barry: Excuse me.
[shouts heroically]
Barry: THE GODS CAN BE KILLED!
[Barry whistles, the air duct opens to

reveal a decapitated head from the druggie falling on the shelf]
Frank: Ah, fuckin' what the fuck!
Barry: [chuckles] I know! Look at this fuckin' guy!

[first lines]
Frank: [notices the shoppers entering the Shopwell's] Shit!
[turns to Carl]
Frank: Carl? Carl? Carl, Carl, Carl! Dude, we've slept in again! The song's about to start!
Carl: Shit, Frank! We can't miss the song!
[to Barry]
Carl: Barry, wake up!
Barry:

What? I'm up, I'm up!
Frank: This song is such an awesome way to start every morning.
Carl: It's just a super nice way of showing the gods how much we appreciate everything they'll do for us, once they take us out those doors to the Great Beyond.
Barry: I love this so fucking much.
Frank: Oh, shit. Oh,

shit. Corn's about to start singing!
[turns to Corn]
Frank: Drop it, Corn! You've got the best voice!
Carl: You're the man, Corn! You fucking rule! Take it away, bro!

Firewater: The melody came to me one night when I was getting super, super, SUPER baked. Like fuck-a-guy, baked. You know what I'm saying?
[Frank shakes his head no]
Firewater: Yeah, he does. The song had a great hook and it caught on, I mean, you know... In time, everyone accepted this false truth. But over the years, things started to get a

little... fucky.
[flashbacks]
Firewater: The aisles started changing my verses to support their own views, fucking with Twink's tight-ass lyrics, remixing my shit without my permish... Now, every morning when I hear that song, I'm like, 'What the fuck are you guys saying, hey? Wasn't their a part today about exterminating juice? I didn't write that shit, I love

juice. Always have, I mean, juice are hilarious. Who the fuck do these guys think they are?'
[back to present]
Firewater: Anyway, at least it's still distracting them from the truth: that they get brutally devoured.

Barry: Yeah, I just came over here, I couldn't help but notice you like... You're... You're a little smushed or something, you have ever kind of abnormality. Did you get... somebody sit on you?
Sally Bun: Yeah. I, um, got smushed.
Barry: You know, I love the way your face just kind gives up halfway down.
[Sally kisses Barry]

Darren: Wait, Snap out of it, man! Slap it! Slap yourself in the face, man! Oh, man! You lost your mind? Is this even? No, wait! This isn't real! Now, this can't be real!
Douche: Oh, it's real, bro.
[Darren reacts, points to douche with a gun]
Darren: [gasps in horror] A talking douche?
Douche: It's

cool, bro. Chill, okay?
Darren: No, no, no! This is too much, this is too much! Too much! Breathe, man!
Douche: We both want the same thing... Like, I'm feeling honestly the two of us could like collaborate together. Like a mash up, bro.
Darren: A mash-up? I don't understand! What's happening?
Douche:

You don't need to understand.
[getting inside of his crotch]
Douche: You just need to relax and open wide.
Darren: Wait, what are you doing?
[He got inside of his crotch, groaning]
Douche: Oh, yeah!
Darren: Dude, that went up my ass!

Carl: [as they attempt to escape from the window] Okay, little buddy, jump on the count of three! One, two...
[a slicing knife is heard followed by Carl's scream]
Barry: Carl?
Carl: [groaning in difficulty] Bar-ry...
Barry: Carl to Bar, what? What are you saying, Carl?
[the knife's blade impales

through Carl's stomach]
Barry: Oh, God, no! Oh! Oh, God, Carl!
[Camille's knife slashes him upwards]
Barry: CARL!
Carl: [face splits in half, dies] Barry...
Barry: Carl! Dear sweet Carl! What have they done to you, Carl? No!