Sausage Party

"Prepare yourself, little sausage, you're about to learn the terrible truth."
[Firewater to Frank]

"The Gods kill our asses."
[Firewater]

"Everything we believed is a lie."

El Guaco: "So you have learned the terrible truth."
Frank: "I gotta tell everyone."
El Guaco: "No one will believe you."
Frank: "I have to try, everyone will die otherwise."
El Guaco: "Oh, yeah, that's a good point. Fuck me, right?"

Frank: "Get ready, boys!"
Carl: "It feels amazing."

Frank: "Hey, Brenda, you and me."
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 know it's against the rules..."
Frank and Brenda: "Just the tips.... mhhhh."

Carl: "Look at these big ol' buns, waiting to get filled with my meat."
Brenda: "Yeah, right, Carl. Who in this package would ever let Carl get up in them, huh?"
[one of the buns in a package is raising a hand]
Brenda: "Roberta, put your fucking hand down. You're ruining my joke."