Sausage Party
Sausage Party

Alex: [seeing all the food is alive] The food's fucking possessed!
Sandwich: Oh shit!
[Alex takes a sandwich and eats it]
Toilet Paper: We're all gonna die!
Tickilish Licorice: Oh God! Oh...
Male Shopper #2: IT'S DEVIL FOOD!
[rips the Tickilish Licorice]
Apple: OH MY GOD!

Mariachi Salsa: [running away] The sausage - he was right! They're EVIL!

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Sausage Party

[drugged, sees the fruits dancing towards to him]
Fit Man: Oh! Get away from me, you fucking fruits!

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Sausage Party

Jamaican Rum: Hey, bun! Welcome to the aisle! Want to dance?
Brenda: No thank you, man. I'm quite irie, just being left alone over here, don't you know?

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Sausage Party

Lavash: Donkey fucker!

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Sausage Party

Douche: [after drinking and growing his arms stronger, cackling] I'm fucking jacked up now, bro!
[cackling]
Douche: Where's the fucking sausage?

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Sausage Party

Frank: Holy shit.

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Sausage Party

[as Sammy and Lavash go back to their shelves]
Gefilte Fish: Sammy, bubula! Where have you been? Oh, I'm surprised that savage Lavash didn't stone you to death!
[switch to Lavash's side]
Baba Ganoush: You had to travel with a bagel? How much did his dirty hands steal from you?
Lavash: [solemnly looks at Sammy] A ton.


[Sammy sadly watches Lavash]

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Sausage Party

Tequila: Excuse me? Are you a bun?
Brenda: Uhh... Yeah, I am. Why?
Tequila: And you've been traveling with the sausage?
Tequila: I have! He's looking for you in my aisle. He's right this way. I can take you to him, chica. I take you to him real good.
Tequila: He's looking for you in my

aisle. He's right this way. I can take you to him, chica. I take you to him real good.
[laughing hysterically]
Tequila: All right, vaminos. Let's go. I am to be trusted.
[laughs again]

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Sausage Party

Brenda: First, I fell out of the cart, then I lose Frank. And now, I'm being hunted by a douche. The gods must be punishing me, don't you see? This is what I get for giving in to my disgusting urges. I'm such a whore.
Teresa: Sweet bun, I must admit I too sometimes have urges, impure thoughts. We all do.
Brenda: Oh. Oh good! Okay.

Well, that actually makes me feel a little better.
Teresa: And we must never give in to them.
Brenda: Oh no. That's the opposite of what I thought you were gonna say.
Teresa: Oh, yes. The gods are always watching... Even when we cannot see them.
Brenda: Do you think it's too late for me?

Teresa: Do not worry, bun. I will get you home.

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Sausage Party

Brenda: What are you saying? I should believe in nothing? That everything is pointless?
Frank: Better than believing a bunch of bullshit that you can't explain!
Brenda: Well, maybe I don't need to explain it, because it's something I feel.
Frank: Well, I feel like that makes it hard to have a rational

conversation.
Brenda: F you, Frank!

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Sausage Party

Mariachi Salsa: No way, jose!
Douche: Yes, way. Jose's fucking dead now.

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Sausage Party

Teresa: He's flawed... as are we all.

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Sausage Party

Sergeant Pepper: Fruits are a go! Go fruits!

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Sausage Party

Toilet Paper: Oh no! This is not good!

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Sausage Party

Sammy: Fifty-five minutes.
Brenda: I know. Where is he?
Lavash: [laughs] Looks like you got ditched, bun!
Brenda: He wouldn't ditched me, dumbass. He's my boyfriend. I mean, we touched T-I-P's.
[giggling]

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Sausage Party

Frank: Sausages and buns, let's party!

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Sausage Party

[looking at the list of food]
Camille Toh: Lavash, Sausages, oh! Honey Mustard.
[she takes the Honey Mustard and puts it in the cart]

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Sausage Party

Frank: [to Barry] Ignore that prick, Barry. He's full of shit. And don't forget: you've got girth. That's way more important than length. You're a fucking champ, yo.

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Sausage Party

Mr. Grits: THAT'S MR. GRITS TO YOU!

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Sausage Party

Druggie: [sees the little sausage is alive] What the fuck?
Barry: [to the Druggie] Hello?
[Druggie and Barry screaming]
Barry: Please, don't kill me! Please, just - just wait!
Druggie: Who are you?
[points the little sausage]
Druggie: Are you some kind of... magical

sausage?
Barry: Uh, no, no! I'm just Barry! I'm just Barry. Wait... Wait, you can actually understand me and I can actually understand you?