Sausage Party off-screen voiceovers

WOMAN: (OVER PA) We need

an extra cashier to the front, please.

FRANK: Shit, it's the Dark Lord!

CARL: Oh, no. He's coming.

CARL: Yeah! You know it, baby.

Work those buns!

CARL:

I can hear you, dude.

FRANK:

Oh, yeah, go in. Put it in there.

-BRENDA: Big tip.

-Oh, you wouldn't dare.

WOMAN: (OVER PA)

Management to Cash 5.

FRANK: Hey, hey, hey, look at this.

We fucking got one.

FRANK:

Pick us! Pick out package!

BRENDA:

Choose us! Look at us!

-Choose us. Look at us! Oh, yes!

-FRANK: Please, god.

-Fecking gobshite!

-POPPED CHERRY MIXER: Back off!

HONEY MUSTARD: You don't even

know what you're celebrating.

BRENDA: Shut up. The gods

are gonna hear you talking about them...

BARRY:

Oh, shit! He's out of the package!

-I got you! Hold on! Hold on!

-FRANK: I can't hold on!

LAVASH:

Donkey fucker!

DOUCHE:

Oh, no. Bro!

CHICKEN NOODLE SOUP:

Cream of Mushroom?

-FRANK: Uhn!

-Frank! Move your fucking ass!

GRAPE:

Frank, run!

-CHIPS: I can't!

-Come on, Chips! It's you and me, bro!

BARRY:

Frank!

-FRANK: You okay?

-I think so.

-APPLE: Who, us?

-No, not you.

BRENDA:

Look out!

DOUCHE:

No!

WOMAN: (OVER PA)

Attention, shoppers. The store's closed.

-...and says, "God, I had the best tip."

-LAVASH: Get away from me.

JUICE BOX:

Is someone there?

JUICE BOX:

Help me, someone.

LAVASH: First you come into our aisle

and occupy more and more shelf space.

-SAMMY: That's good material.

-Room for both of us!

FRANK:

Liquor aisle.

BEER 1: Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

BEER 2: Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

FIREWATER:

Hiya, how are ya

FIREWATER: Guys! Get out here!

Help me kill this prick.

GRITS: This motherfucker knows

too much. We gotta off his ass!

FIREWATER: Someone hand me

a blade. I'll gut this cocksucker!

TWINK: No! If we kill him,

we are no better than the gods.

FIREWATER:

Ah... He is right.

-GRITS: Shit, if we smoking, I'll hit it.

-That's what I thought.

SAMMY: Yeah. This has a nice

south-of-the-border vibe. Heh.

BRENDA:

Oh, sorry.

-Who?

-TERESA: The one they call...

FOOD 1: El Douche!

FOOD 2: El Douche!

TERESA:

Por aca, por aca, this way.

TROY:

Feel that breeze.

CARL: Potato! Way to go, buddy!

That's my guy!

IRISH POTATO:

Jesus, you fucking whore!

CARL:

Cheese! You don't deserve that!

-All right. That's not necessary.

-DOUCHE: That's no way to treat a lady.

QUESO:

Did someone say "Queso"?

BRENDA:

Run!

-Guys, I'm stuck!

-DOUCHE: Yaah!

-Aah!

-BRENDA: He's coming, he's coming.

BRENDA:

Screw you!

BARRY: Shit, shit, shit!

Oh, man, oh, man, oh, man.

FRANK:

Come on, guys, this affects all of us!

DRUGGIE:

Well, everybody told me not to do this.

DRUGGIE: Bath salts are just as bad

as they said it would be! Aah.

PIZZA:

Legs, huh? Look at me.

TOILET PAPER:

And when he stops using us!

SAMMY:

I literally can't wait to be home.

-Look, my homeland!

-LAVASH: Oh, look, my aisle!

SAMMY: Hurray!

BRENDA: Yes!

MALE ROBOTIC VOICE:

Perhaps I could be of some assistance.

GUM:

The effects of the opiate have dissipated.

FRANK:

What the fuck is this place?

LORETTA:

What are you doing out of a package?

BUN 1: Stop it!

BUN 2: Stop!

-Help me!

-BRENDA: Perfect fit.

FRANK:

Um... Friends.

FRANK:

Okay, whoa, whoa, easy. Guys!

CABBAGE: Dear gods

We pledge our love to you

SODAS: Where we're sure

Nothing bad happens to food

CHEESES:

Once we're out the sliding doors

BREAD:

The gods will always care for us

CAKE MIXES:

They won't squeeze us out their butts

FRANK:

Brenda!

MALE VOICE: Hey. Doesn't mean

it's too late to redeem yourself.

GUM:

Perhaps I could be of some assistance.

BRENDA: Oh!

FRANK: Brenda! Brenda!

HOT DOG: Bun fight! Check it out.

BRENDA: They're gonna kill us all!

BRENDA:

Let go of me! Let go of me!

FRANK:

She's being chosen. We have to act!

WOMAN: Die!

FRANK: Oh, no! Pizza!

GUM:

Hop on, y'all.

FRANK:

Run, guys, run!

FOOD ITEM:

Get the Dark Lord!

DARREN:

Why do you keep calling me that?!

DOUCHE:

Okay.

-DOUCHE: Oh, it's real, bro.

-What?

-Barry!

-BARRY: Aah!

GUM:

Perhaps I could be of some assistance.

COCONUT MILK:

So long, asshole!

FRANK: We did it.

BRENDA: We did. So...

-BRENDA: Oh, Frank!

-So, maybe, you know...

FRANK: Yo. I'm actually over here

jerking off with these fellas.

GRITS:

Yeah, cracker!

GUM: Say my name!

It's Sorbitol, Malitol, Xylitol...

BARRY:

I'm filling you. I'm filling you.

SAMMY: Oy vey!

LAVASH: My dick is drained.

FRANK:

That was amazing.

GUM:

While tripping balls, Firewater and I...

BRENDA: Oh!

FRANK: What...?