Sausage Party
1
Oh, frick Carl. Carl. Carl, Carl! Dude, we
slept in again. The song's about to start!
Sh*t, Frank! We can't miss the song.
Barry, wake up!
What? What? I'm up. I'm up.
This song is such an awesome way
It's a nice way of showing the gods how
much we appreciate everything they'll do...
once they take us out those doors
to the Great Beyond.
God, I love them so f***ing much.
Oh, sh*t! Cam's about to start singing!
- Drop it, Corn! You got the best voice!
- You're the man, Corn!
You rule! Take it away, brah!
Dear gods
You're so divine in each and every way
To you we pray
Dear gods
We pledge our love to you
Forever more
We always felt we had a special bond
Take us to the Great Beyond
Where we're sure
Nothing bad happens to food
Once we're out the sliding doors
Things will all be grand
We will live our dreams together
In the Promised Land
The gods control our fate
So we all know we're in good hands
We're super sure there's nothing shitty
Waiting for us in the Great Beyond
And every aisle
Thinks something different
Holy sh*t, I've been chosen!
Ha-ha-ha.
But to this we all agree
Booyah, b*tches, I'm out of here!
Everyone else is f***in' stupid
Except for those who think like me
- And me!
- And me!
And me!
Out there
For all eternity we'll meditate
How f***ing great
Out there
We'll get to tea-bag every day at 4
- Pip!
- Pip!
We'll shove pimentos up our ass
By Zeus
We'll exterminate the juice
Und subjugate
In here
We keep our wieners in our packages
That's how it is
It sucks
But that's the way
Our buns keep fresh and pure
Baby, baby
But once we're out the doors
It's not a sin
For us to let you
Slip it in
In other words
We finally get to f***
- And love, and hug
- And f***, and f***
- And feel, and share
- And f***
The gods will always care for us
They won't squeeze us out their butts
We cannot overstate
How confident we are
That our beliefs are accurate
And nothing awful happens to us
In the Great Beyond
Kiss my brownish-yellow ass!
I'm going to the Great Beyond,
motherfuckers!
We need
an extra cashier to the front, please.
Boo and yah, motherfuckers.
Red, White and Blue Day is tomorrow!
Dudes, basically every single sausage...
gets chosen on
Red, White and Blue Day.
By this time tomorrow, we're all gonna be
5 inches deep in some bun, son.
- Ba-bam.
- Oh, my God, yes.
Ha-ha. More like 3 inches deep for Barry,
you deformed nerd.
Ha-ha. Troy, that's funny.
You see, this is why I can't wait
for the Great Beyond.
We'll all be equal, and then jerks like
Troy won't be picking on me all the time...
on account of my abnormality.
Whatever, Barry. You're different,
and that makes you weird.
Ignore that prick, Barry.
He's full of sh*t.
And don't forget,
you've got girth.
That's way more important than length.
You're a f***ing champ.
You know, I am girthy. I could fill a bun.
They'll know I'm there.
I'm sure there's some kind of
smushed bun out there waiting for me.
- Sh*t, it's the Dark Lord!
- Oh, no. He's coming.
No, wait! I'm still fresh. I swear!
I'm still fresh!
- Did he see us?
- No way.
- We're f***ed, bros!
- Oh, God, no!
Take anyone but us, please!
- Oh, no! No!
- No!
- No! No!
- Why us?!
F*** you, wienies.
F***, I hate this f***ing job!
Ah, phew. You okay? Everyone okay?
That's super f***ed up
about Bill and those guys.
followed all the guidelines of the song.
- What do they get?
- We're not supposed to understand...
the will of the gods.
They work in mysterious ways.
Since we base our lives on the song,
it might be nice if there was some proof.
Proof? All the proof you need
Look at these big old buns.
Yeah! You know it, baby.
Work those buns!
All of you. All day, "err" day.
Lined up, waiting to get filled
with my meat.
Right, Carl. You really think any of these
buns will line up to get filled by you?
Here's my impression of that:
"Oh, is he in there yet?
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 15 seconds. You're like;
And then you slump over.
I mean, honestly, guys...
who in this package
would ever let Carl get up in them? Huh?
Roberta, put your f***ing hand down.
You're ruining my joke.
See? Nobody. That's who.
Hey, dude, I don't know how to say this
to you gently, but your girlfriend, um...
she's a f***ing c*nt.
Shut up. She's fresh as f***,
and you know it.
I don't know why you're limiting yourself
to one bun. There's plenty of buns.
Because I believe in bunogomy.
I'm a bunogamist.
And when a bun this fresh is into you,
all you ask is when and how deep.
And the answer is:
As soon as we get to the Great Beyond
and as deep as she'll let me.
I'm gonna talk to her.
Hey, Brenda. What up, girl?
Heh-heh.
Such d*cks, right?
I can hear you, dude.
Shut up. F*** you.
So looks like tomorrow's
the big day, huh? Heh-heh.
You and me, finally gonna be official.
I'm so happy the gods
put our packages together.
It's because we belong together.
It's like we were made for each other.
I can't wait to finally
just get up in there.
Just raw-dog it.
But, full disclosure,
I'm pretty f***ing nervous about this.
I don't know how well I'll perform
once it happens.
in a bun before, so...
Hey, I'm not gonna be any better.
I mean, look how tight I am.
Oh, sweet f***ing f***.
Look, okay, I know it's against the rules,
but I can't wait anymore.
I need to just feel you.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking?
- Just the tips?
- Just the tips?
- I can't believe we're doing this.
- I know. We're so naughty.
It's fine, right? I mean, nothing bad's
ever happened from just the tips.
No. No, no, no. No, no, no.
Ah.
Oh, yeah, go in. Put it in there.
- Big tip.
- Oh, you wouldn't dare.
Management to Cash 5.
Management to Cash 5.
I meant to buy a normal mustard.
When I got home...
I realized I bought honey mustard.
- Is it cool if I just go swap it?
- I don't give a flying f***.
Holy sh*t! You're back, man. Crazy!
Did you go to the Great Beyond?
Don't touch me, man!
Ketchup, get your f***ing hands off me.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- What happened?
- Oh, I'll tell you what f***ing happened.
I'll tell you exactly what happened
in the Great Beyond...
- you dumb, red piece of sh*t!
- What the f...?!
As soon as we got out those doors...
So you have learned the terrible truth.
Congratulations!
Now keep it to yourself,
or I will slit your throat while you sleep.
I swear to God.
Oh, my God!
Did you guys just hear that?
What? What are you looking at?
He's gone.
Where the f*** did he go?
I'm so f***ed up. I'm so f***ed up.
Ketchup, get the f*** off of me.
Nobody f***ing touch me!
Attention, shoppers. The store
is closing in five minutes. Get out.
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