Sausage Party Page #3
I'm f***ing with you, but also serious.
Is there a different color inside?
Unh! What are you, even?
What do you mean, what am I, dude?
I'm a f***ing douche!
You know how long I've been waiting
up in this motherf***er?
I was starting to worry the gods didn't
want douches no more, but look at her.
She's a f***ing 10, bro.
The G-O-D is D-T-D...
dude. Down to douche.
Lav ash, sausages...
Oh, honey mustard.
What? No.
This can't be happening. Not again.
Oh, Jesus, not to me. Motherfuck.
Get your hands off of me. Get off of me!
- Fecking gobshite!
- Back off!
You don't even know
what you're celebrating.
You're celebrating your doom!
Wake up!
They're lying to your f***ing faces!
- Why isn't anybody listening to me?
- Hey, buddy, are you all right?
No, I'm not all right.
It's all a lie. Everything
you've been told.
- Everything you believe in.
- Honey Mustard, you acting cray-cray!
We shouldn't be talking to this a**hole.
Everyone knows Honey Mustard's weird.
What is he? Honey? ls he mustard? Like,
make up your mind or just kill yourself.
You f***ing idiots. I've been there.
I've seen that sh*t,
and there ain't no way I'm going back.
Wait, you've been to the Great Beyond?
"Great," my a**hole!
Everything we've ever known
is a dirt-covered pile of sh*t...
jacking off in our f***ing faces...
covering our eyes with their come...
so come-covered we can't f***ing see!
We don't know! We don't know they're
jerking off into our eyes! Our faces!
Shut up. The gods
are gonna hear you talking about them...
They ain't gods. They're monsters!
Horrible, ugly, disgusting monsters!
They ain't gonna
F*** you, gods!
I've got a date with oblivion.
Whoa, just chill. Just get down
from the f***ing... Aah!
Oh, sh*t! He's out of the package!
Barry, help!
- Oh, f***, Carl, what do we do?
- I don't know!
I can't reach him.
I'm giving it everything I have.
- Frank!
- Brenda.
Oh, my God!
Brenda's out of the package!
- I got you! Hold on! Hold on!
- I can't hold on!
My little glove! It's slipping off!
Look at you, following all their rules.
You have no idea what's coming.
What is that in reference to? What's
coming? Be more specific, please!
You want proof? Talk to Firewater.
seems to know what's going on.
- Unh "No!
- Oh, my God.
- Did you see that?
Donkey f***er!
Frank!
Oh, no. Bro!
Douche down!
I'm out of my f***ing box!
Cream of Mushroom?
Are you there?
Wake up! I'm nothing without you!
Get up! We gotta go!
- Uhn!
- Frank! Move your f***ing ass!
- Help!
'Oh' my God!
Frank, run!
- I can't!
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